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Bae’s inside me… right now.

Emotion rips through me, so intense and powerful, I can’t even describe it. Tears sting my eyes, and my heart beats faster as I stare into Bae’s eyes. He looks straight back into mine.

“You’re so beautiful, Gina,” he whispers.

A moan that sounds almost like a sob escapes my throat, and I wrap my entire body around his and squeeze him as hard as I can. He tightens his grip on me and starts to thrust with hard, fast strokes, pounding me into the mattress.

His thrusts get wilder, harder, and deeper. His big, strong hands are clamped on my shoulders, and his cheek brushes against mine with every stroke. I can feel the wave building as my pussy tightens around his hard cock, the aching deep inside me responding to the force of his thrusts.

Bae’s pace increases, and his entire body hardens under my grip. A groan rips out of him, and I shudder as my orgasm peaks, making me scream as my pussy clenches against his hard cock and spasms over and over again.

My fingers are dug into his back, and my legs are clamped around him in a death grip. I’m gasping with complete wonder as I cling to him, feeling his cock swelling inside me.

With one last fierce, deep thrust, Bae comes, groaning and gasping as his cock shudders and pumps deep inside me. He clings to me, and I keep my arms and legs wrapped tightly around him as our hearts beat wildly and our breath sighs in and out of our lungs, all our senses entangled and woven together.

I’m finally holding Bae. And now, I’ll never let go.

Chapter 18 - Bailey

The next few days with Gina are absolute bliss. But deep inside, a sense of unease grows within me.

We get up early together every day, and there is no more awkwardness. Sometimes, we even shower together before we make breakfast. She sends me off to work with kisses, and we often make sure we take our lunch break at the same time. When we get home, we make dinner and laugh and tease each other, and almost always go to bed early… but not because we need sleep.

I could never have imagined being this happy. And seeing Gina happy as well, and knowing I’m responsible for it, is beyond all my expectations.

But is she really happy?

This thought plagues me constantly, and as the days go by, it just gets stronger. The anxiety bubbles in my guts and constricts my chest. Ignoring it is only making it worse.

I woke up before Gina did today, and being alone in the kitchen has left me completely alone with my doubts and fears. I’m trying to put all my efforts into creating the perfect French toast—Gina’s favorite—but it isn’t helping.

I want her with me. I want every day of our lives to be like this, just as the last week has been. I never want it to end.

But I can’t stop thinking about the way her face lit up when she talked about performing in Denver. Even though she was nervous, she also said she found her true strength there and fed off the energy of the crowd.

Who am I to take that away from her?

I don’t think she has played the piano since she returned home, and this makes me feel even worse. Even in high school, it was obvious that music is part of her soul. Not just a hobby.

“Hey!” Gina says, startling me a little. “You got up early.”

“I did,” I reply, turning around to wave her over to the stove. “I’m attempting French toast, but I’m not sure I’m conquering it.”

Gina wraps her arms around my waist and snuggles against me. “You can conquer me anytime you like.”

“Oh, yeah?” I laugh as I throw down the spatula. “Don’t say you didn’t ask for it!”

I reach down, grab her around the waist, and lift her up so she’s sitting on the counter, then tug her close to me and kiss her. She responds by wrapping her arms and legs around me and writhing against me as she lets me explore her mouth with my tongue.

I pin her close with my left arm and reach for her breast with my other hand. When her fuzzy robe falls open, I realize she’s completely naked under it and groan as I knead at her breast and kiss her even harder.

“You vixen,” I mutter. She giggles.

“That’s den mother to you.”

“As you wish, dear lady.”

We might have done it right there on the counter if the smoke alarm didn’t go off, alerting me to the burning toast. Gina leaps off the bench and waves a towel at the smoke detector while I attempt to rescue the toast.

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