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“I will be too.” I have no idea how I’ll be able to stop thinking about Dexter. Stop thinking about how it feels when he touches me.

“I don’t know what this is between us,” he says, cupping my cheek, his thumb stroking. “But it already means something. It means a lot. And I like it.”

“I like it too.”

“I like you.” He kisses me again, his lips moving against mine as urgently as his fingers scramble down the waistband of my pants to find my wetness.

Moments later, Dexter wraps a strong arm around my waist as I dissolve around his hand. “I love that you’re so quick,” he says, dropping a soft kiss on my forehead. “It’s amazing.”

“It’s you,” I confess. “I’ve never been like that before.”

“I like that even better. I’m going to go now before I push you up against the door.”

“That would be okay if you want to do that,” I offer with a weak laugh, my pulse still racing.

“I’ll save it for Monday,” he promises. “Text me when it’s okay to call you.”

“I’ll miss you.” The words pop out, unbidden. “I didn’t mean—”

“I’ll miss you, too. This is good, Tilly. We can make this work.”

Dexter kisses me one last time.

And then he leaves.

It hurts when he leaves.

It shouldn’t hurt, because it’s just sex.

Only, I know that’s not true. Dexter talks to me like I matter, like he cares about my answers and my thoughts and my opinions. He’s funny and sweet and smart.

And the sex is off the charts.

Maybe we can make it work. But how, when there’s already so much against us?

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Dexter

Ilike sleeping beside Tilly.

I like how she folds into my arms when I invite her to cuddle, and when she stays on her own side, hand reaching out close enough to touch, when I don’t.

When I wake up Friday morning and find myself beside her, it makes me smile.

It also makes me smile that my cock in her mouth, so warm and wet, but that’s beside the point.

I don’t let myself sleep over with women too often. If it’s a one-night thing, I’m usually gone before she falls asleep, which is why I rarely invite women back to my place. It’s easier to leave than to push out. My apartment is close to the university, and I’ve seen enough of my students around it to steer clear.

I’m always conscious of others watching when I’m at my place.

Tilly lives in a new building with bigger apartments. Families live in the building, and it’s in a nicer area. There won’t be a lot of students around.

I hate that I have to worry about people seeing us.

Is it worth it? Are a few hours with this woman worth the possibility of me losing my job? My career?

Because I like her ass and how easily I can make her come? It’s more than that. I don’t understand why and how can it be this special so soon, but Tilly already matters to me.

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