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"Pleasure or pain, Doll?"

"Both," she gritted out.

"Darlin', that's the way it's supposed to be."

I pushed further inside. I leaned over her, kissed her back, and kept the pressure of a finger on her clitoris and my cock inside her ass. I was careful, slowly moving in and out of her tight ass, getting more and more aroused at her satisfied cries. I knew she'd love this. She was such a sensuous woman. So beautiful. So, fucking sexy. I was nearly balls deep when she began to spasm, "Remi, harder, damn it."

I pressed her cheek down onto the pillow and hammered into her.

I lost control. I never did that.

"You're so tight. Fuck, Echo."

I watched as my cock went inside her ass, and it was damn erotic.

Her orgasm had subsided, but the aftershocks kept on going, squeezing me relentlessly. It was too much. Her ass was tight. Her release was milking me.

I rammed in once, then twice, and then, with a loud groan, emptied myself into her.

Chapter 15

Echo

Ilay against him in my bathtub, his arms around me.

If I let myself believe it, which I sometimes did because I was that dumb, I could pretend that Remi and I were in a real relationship. That we lived together, and this was our life.

He kissed the side of my head. "Hey, did your paper get accepted?"

I smiled. He always remembered the small and the big things.

"I'll find out next week," I told him.

This would be the first paper where I was the lead author. I was very excited about it, and Remi had even read the paper, though he confessed he only understood about a quarter of it.

"I know it'll get published," he said confidently.

I loved being with him. I don't think he realized how unguarded he was with me, how easy it was for us to spend time together.

I was in love with Remi. I knew that. I refused to judge myself for it. People could call me a stupid doormat—but they hadn't lived my life. They didn't understand my loneliness. They didn't know my heart. I'd take Remi any which way I could get him. If this was the best I could do, then it was enough.

And when he gets bored with you? What will you do then?

Then, I'll pull myself up, dust myself off, and start all over again. But until that happened, I wouldn't ruin today by thinking about tomorrow.

"What are you doin' for Labor Day weekend?" Remi asked.

"No plans."

"Wanna go away with me? I was thinkin' maybe we could spend the weekend in New Orleans, listen to jazz, drink Sazeracs, and make love in a hotel suite?"

Calm down, silly heart. He can feel you galloping away into fantasy land sunset.

"That sounds lovely."

"Yeah." He turned my face and kissed my lips. "We'll drive. I'll bring the Porsche. We can put the top down all the way."

I smiled. It was a concession he was making for me.

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