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She begins to rise and fall rhythmically above me, occasionally brushing stray hairs from her face.

Her expression changes, and she emits small gasps when she hits just the right spot.

Her hands entwine with mine as she tries to steady herself, her pace quickening as her second orgasm approaches.

Her breathing grows heavier and more rapid, and I can feel the muscles of her vagina tighten.

I feel a similar sensation arising from within myself.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she repeats, riding to her climax in her own little world, focused completely on her own pleasure.

“Fuuuuuuck,” she cries out as her orgasm washes over her.

That was enough to send me over the edge as well, sinking as deeply into her as I could manage.

Throwing her head back, she tries to catch her breath, sliding off of me.

“I guess you are a kinky little shit, aren’t you?” she asks, producing a tired laugh.

“Guilty as charged.”

10

SOPHIA

Once again, I’ve fallen victim to the Blackwood charm.

Damn him.

The morning air is uncharacteristically cool as I sit on the back deck sipping my coffee, the gulls screeching as they wheel and dive overhead, the smell of bacon cooking wafts outside as my dad prepares for the day.

What would it be like to be a seagull, to fly away whenever things get unpleasant? Not a bad life … until a shark leaps from the water or an eagle swoops down.

Maybe not such a great thing after all.

Why do I keep beating myself up over my relationship with Ethan?

I enjoyed it. Wasn’t that enough?

The scheme Ethan is working on with the adoption seems to be a good thing, right?

Making sure that a child ends up with at least one of their biological parents, one who’s more than able to take care of their needs, well, it’s hard to argue with that.

Still, I can’t shake the feeling that if Ethan’s parents are involved, something has to be wrong with it.

Maybe I’ll feel better once I meet with this Harrison Whitmore person.

Ethan told me a little about him before bringing me back to my car early this morning.

Whitmore owns several companies, including Universal Solutions, a multinational conglomerate with its hands in almost every industry, from technology to heavy industry to finance. They, indeed, are universal.

I looked him up online when I got home; he seems decent enough on the surface.

He already has one grown son from his first wife, who had died tragically in an auto accident. This son is now a chemicalengineer with a stable family and career. There’s nothing to indicate his upbringing had been anything less than ideal.

Rumor is that Whitmore has a thing for younger women, but in all honesty, what rich, powerful guy didn’t?

Still a relatively young fifty-five, he lives a mostly reclusive life apart from an occasional public appearance.

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