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“You know, we could also talk about you for once.” I reach out and smack her knee gently with the pillow. “We never talk about you.”

She shrugs. “There’s not much to talk about. My life is pretty boring. You see what happens when I’m at home, and when I’m not at home, I’m either working or at uni, where you see me too.”

I roll my eyes. “That’s such a cop-out.”

“Yeah.” She grins and pokes her tongue out at me before glancing at the bright blue clock she hung on the wall last night. “You’re running out of time, Natalie. I’ve got to go soon.”

“There’s nothing I want to talk about.” I get up from the couch and head into the kitchen, digging through the cupboards until I find the package of soft-baked chocolate chip cookies.

“You keep telling yourself that, but you’ll never let go of what’s going on in your head until you talk about it.”

Even though I know she’s right, I can’t bring myself to tell her that I slept with a mafia boss.

Part of me hopes that it will all go away if I ignore it.

Pearl grabs the package from my hands as I walk past her to return to the couch. She takes a couple of cookies before handing them back to me. “Whoever this guy is, he's not worth living rent-free in your head for this long, and you know it. No sex is that good.”

After eating her cookies, Pearl grabs her slouchy backpack, slinging it over one shoulder. She takes her keys from the hook next to the door and steps into her shoes. “I have a gig after work tonight, so don’t wait up for me.”

As soon as I’m alone, I go back to my room and want to crawl into bed and sleep the rest of the day away.

Between brooding over whom I slept with and staying up late to work on my artwork for uni, I don’t know how much sleep I’ve gotten in the last few days.

Yawning, I crawl into bed and am a little disappointed that the sheets are not as silky as the ones Leon had on his bed. The way the fabric slid against my skin as he buried his cock inside me was delicious.

I should have asked him where he got those sheets before I left, but I couldn’t afford them anyway.

I laugh and take off my leggings and T-shirt because, since that night with Leon, I have loved the feeling of sleeping almost naked.

However, the moment I’m on my back, all I can think about is Leon between my legs, his cock sliding through my slick folds.

My hand drifts down between my legs on its own, pushing my panties to the side.

Arousal coats my fingers as I tease my pussy the way he did, one finger thrusting into me and pressing against my inner walls.

I add a second one because I want to feel as filled as he made me feel, but I can’t get there on my own. Two fingers aren’t enough to replicate the feeling of his hard length pushing into me.

Rolling over, I yank open the drawer of my bedside table and take out one of my vibrators. I turn it to the lowest setting and slowly sink it into my wetness.

As I do this, I imagine the feel of Leon’s mouth on my skin as he bites my nipples until I arch off the bed and beg him to make me come.

I twist a nipple, thrusting the vibrator deeper.

Although it's no comparison to Leon’s hands gliding over my body and his callouses creating delicious friction on my smooth skin, it’s enough to make my pussy clench around the vibrator.

I flip onto my hands and knees, trying to hold my balance with one hand while I fuck myself faster with the vibrator, taking it deeper and harder until my legs start to shake.

In my mind, Leon pulls my hair, his large hands gripping my hips as he slams into me from behind. The sound of his skin slapping against mine was so erotic and turned me on so much, almost sending me into oblivion.

As I come, I turn up the vibrator, which works just as relentlessly inside me as Leon did. My orgasm shakes me violently; waves of pleasure roll over me and pull me deeper until I feel like I’m drowning in the memory.

The energy drains from my body as I slump into the bed and pull out the vibrator.

Even after an orgasm, I still feel like I’m missing something.

Someone. Leon.

God, what has this man done to me? I didn't realize I was so sex-starved.

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