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"I'll test that."

She grunts gently and then does her best to stifle the protest, remembering my previous response. The squirming picks up again when my hand travels to her mound and I gently rest my palm against the outside of her underwear. I barely have to touch her to have my answer about her arousal. The patch of her underwear I touch soaks my fingers instantly. For her panties to be this wet, her pussy must have been gushing like a waterfall the second her eyes snapped open.

"I knew it," I whisper. "You get so goddamn turned on when I sneak in through your window and dominate the fuck out of you..."

I pinch her lower lips, emphasizing my complete domination of her body and provoking Quin to emit a low, unwilling moan. She can't help but get turned on from every fucked up thing I do to her. This pushes every last one of her buttons and as much as I love this fucked up dynamic between us... she loves it too.

How hard did she really fight for that birth control?

"I love how soft your pussy feels," I whisper, pinching her lips a little harder, demonstrating my complete control more forcefully. Juices gush out the sides of her underwear, proving Quin's vulnerability to my forceful touch.

I feel like a goddamn monster. I don't care what she wants right now -- I need to cum inside this woman. Right. Fucking. Now.

Twenty-Six

QUIN

Iknow last night happened because I wake up with cum all over my thighs and spilling out of my pussy from the multiple rounds of sex I had with the masked stranger. I can’t admit to myself who I want it to be. I just know that it can’t be my reserved boss, who keeps all his emotions so incredibly cool that he doesn’t even let a baby’s cuteness affect him.

It’s not Tanner.

The thought makes me more uncomfortable than I want to admit.

After last night, everything just feels so wrong and confusing. I don’t want to get out of bed.

Why did I let him fuck me? Why did I let him cum inside me?

This stranger put my legs behind my head and blocked my vision so he could raise that mask and eat my pussy with uncontrolled lust until I tapped out from pleasure. I tried to see his face but every time I came close to some small discovery about his identity, he would slip his tongue all the way into my asshole and make me scream.

This man violated every inch of me.

And made me cum even more than the first time.

I kept trying to draw him closer to me so I could smell him and get some fucking clue about his identity. Tanner shouldn’t have been back here but… I still think this masked stranger smells like him.

If I get out of bed, I can search for evidence but if there’s one thing I learned about Tanner Hollingsworth during his absence – and believe me I learned a lot – it’s that he has one hell of a poker face. Anna told me so many gambling stories where her husband lost to him just because of his ability to button everything up and suppress any potential tempest of emotions with a cool exterior.

It must be a good trait for a redhead, otherwise likely to betray every thought in his head from the changes in his skin tone.

There were other people in the house last night, but none of them must have heard anything because none of them came to the door. I can't help but panic, thinking about what could have happened to Avery. Logically, I know the stranger left through my window and Avery's bedroom is practically fortressed off from the rest of the house.

This man didn't come for Avery, anyway. He came for me. Cum leaks all over my thighs as I climb out of bed, completely humiliated that I'm still wearing the gigantic t-shirt that must belong to my boss. The stranger pushed the shirt up over my breasts and marked them with dark purple hickies before pulling Tanner's shirt back over them.

Every inch of me is completely sore this morning. I turn over the events of the previous night in my head -- what little I remember through my exhausted haze, at least. I remember that man's scent. His strength. The combination of humiliation and pleasure as he made me cum.

But realistically? I don't know if this man could be Tanner. The man in my bed is passionate. Emotional. Rough but... he shares everything. Tanner on the other hand is completely buttoned up and reserved. He barely shows any emotion except frustration.

He isn't supposed to be back from his biker "club" meeting yet. From everything I've heard and certainly everything I've experienced with Juliette and her husband, this club sounds more like a gang than anything else. But I have my own dirt, so I don't want to judge folks on their activities outside the scope of the law.

People in glass houses and all that.

If Tanner hasn't returned yet... who climbed in through my window?

Hearing shuffling down the hall, I finally feel ready to leave my bedroom. I wipe myself clean as best as I can without taking a shower and change into normal full-coverage pajamas before I follow the sound of voices at the end of the hall. I don't know why I half-expect to see Tanner there waiting for me. Instead, Deb has Avery and the 'voices' are just Avery talking to her.

"I gave her a morning change and fed her for you," Deb says, smiling as she bounces Avery on her hip. I see the slight family resemblance between Deb and Avery when they're close like this. Avery barely has any hair yet and what she has is light enough that it could go either way -- blond, pale brown or maybe some auburn.

"Thanks," I answer Deb, trying to act like a normal woman who didn't have a strange sexual experience with a masked stranger the night before.

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