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Rose’s thighs tightened around my neck, moving me in closer. Any more and I would have suffocated, but I didn’t mind. It would have been the perfect way to go. Her body shuddered and her hips moved as she chased exactly what she needed. I knew she came when she nearly screamed and fluid rushed out of her. I drank in the moment because there was nothing more perfect than this.

“Oh my God,” she said as words finally came back to her. “I can’t believe we did that in the bathroom.”

“We can find all sorts of places to do this and more.”

“I hope you’re talking about doing some of that now. I think it’s very unfair that I’m naked and you’re not.”

“Say no more, sunshine.”

My clothes came off in a flash and I was back on her again, hips hovering over hers as I pressed my desperate cock into her entrance. I pushed in, feeling her tightness surround me. She gasped against my lips as I bottomed out inside of her.

The world melted away as I was lost in her. Sex hadn’t felt like this before, not with anyone, and it never would again. Rose would be ever-present in my mind and I couldn’t wait to have more memories to be tortured with.

I moved, unable to hold back any longer. I rammed into her, feeling her pussy flex and flutter around me.

“I don’t know how long I can last.”

“Fuck lasting long. I want you to come.”

My movements grew rougher and she stopped talking, only moans escaping her open mouth. I felt heat building from everywhere as I tumbled toward an orgasm.

She was close too. I could tell by the way her body moved under mine. I bit my tongue, desperate to hold out for her. And when she sucked in a shocked gasp and her eyes closed, I finally let my own orgasm hit.

It was blinding. All-consuming. I had to catch myself to avoid falling on top of her.

“Wow,” she said as she caught her breath. “I wonder what place will be next.”

Chapter Thirty

Rose

Iwas deep in blissful sleep when my phone rang. It was eleven a.m., which was late enough that I should have been up, but early enough that I was still exhausted from the night before.

“Hello?” I answered, my mind resistant to the idea of being awake.

“Rose!” Mom’s voice was loud. “I need your help.”

“Mom?” I asked. “What’s happening?”

“I need you to tell your father that I’mfineand don’t need him here.”

“What?”

“Let me have the phone,” Dad’s voice said. “Sorry about this, Rosie.”

“Are you visiting Mom?”

“Yeah, I’m in Canada.”

I blinked. Dad didn’t go to that corner of Canada atall.He had avoided it ever since he left. “Why are you there?”

“I was—‍”

“I’m tired of being babysat,” Mom snapped. “Rose, please tell your father that I’mfineand I don’t need help.”

That was even more confusing. Dad didn’t babysit. At all.

“Areyou okay?” I asked.

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