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She looks straight up into my eyes as she grabs my dick in her hands and proceeds to lick from the base to the tip. My whole body shutters.

I’m frozen. I expect the normal sickness over being touched to hit me, but it doesn’t come. She continues to lick and stroke me while staring right into my eyes. My hands hang limply at my sides while I stare at this fucking gorgeous woman on her knees for me. Before I know what's happening, she grabs both my hands and places them on the back of her head. She looks back up at me again before grabbing the back of my thighs and yanking my body towards her. My dick hits the back of her throat and a strangled groan leaves my mouth. If I wasn’t so drunk on liquor and lust I would probably be embarrassed. The sounds leaving my mouth as she forces my body to move and my cock to impale her mouth are downright fucking dirty. Half my words are intelligible. “Fuck, fuck it's so good. You're so fucking good. This mouth. Jesus, I’m so fucking close already.”

Her grip on my thighs tightens as I take over, fucking her face like a wild man. I think I've lost control of all of my senses. I’m about to explode when I remember I’m in her mouth and try to pull away. She grabs me harder pulling me further down her throat. “Corrine, wait, I’m going to come.” She grabs my balls with one hand, tugging while swallowing around the head of my dick and I fucking lose it. I growl like a motherfucking animal as my load shoots down the back of her throat. My dick pulses in her mouth and she pulls away with her mouth open just enough for the last bit of cum to hit her tongue. She keeps it stuck out forme to see before swallowing and licking her lips. Holy fucking hell.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I whisper as I pick her up and take her to my bed. I curl up behind her pulling her into my arms.

“You sound like the old Xavier,” she says sleepily.

“I’m the same Xavier I've always been.”

My eyes grow lazy. The amount of alcohol we consumed earlier tonight is finally taking its toll on both of us.

I drift off and just before I’m out completely I hear her faintly whisper, “I love you Butterfly.”

Chapter 23

Corrine

The light in the room feels like a personal attack against me. Why didn’t I close the blinds before I went to bed? I groan, finally opening my eyes, and immediately freeze. This isn’t my room.

Then the night before floods over me, and I feel both elated and a little sick to my stomach. I look over at Xavier, snoring lightly next to me on his back, one hand is on his chest, and the other is somewhere underneath the sheets. I can’t help it, and I peek under the sheets to see where it lands. As usual, he’s sporting a huge morning erection and his hand is on his cock. I smirk, glad to see some things haven’t changed, and grab my panties from the floor. I tiptoe to the bathroom, navigating the articles of clothing strewn around the room. Must have been one hell of a night, I think. I’m a little sad it’s cloudy, thanks to the shots and lord knows what else I drank.

I quietly close the bathroom door and flip on the light, seeing myself for the first time this morning. I look, for lack of a better term, ravaged. I need a shower.

I open the cabinet under the sink to grab a clean towel, thankful I’ve slept here and showered here many times. Xavier normally keeps his bathroom tidy, once explaining to me that ‘it’s his least favorite room to fuck in, so why make it special?’ I shove the cleaning product basket to the side, trying to reach one of my girly towels from the back of the cabinet. Then I noticea picture frame tucked behind some other stuff. I wonder if he knows this is down here?

I pull out the frame and see a picture of who I assume is Xavier’s mom and dad. Two people smile into the camera, with a picturesque backdrop behind them. I’m admiring the ocean behind them when familiarity tugs at me. I look closer at the people in the photo, wondering why I am suddenly feeling triggered.

The smiling woman in the picture is someone I’ve seen before. And the man, I know I’ve seen his crooked smile somewhere else. But where? I’ve been in the city for years, so maybe I met them at one of my gallery exhibits. But this picture looks dated and has obviously been under the sink for a long time.

Then it hits me, and the nausea I felt a moment ago comes rushing back. These people were in the photo album at my parent’s house. But who are they? And why does Xavier have a picture of the same strangers I saw in the album? I stand shakily, now too distracted to shower, and go back to Xavier’s bedroom.

He’s still soundly sleeping, but I sit next to him on the bed and brush my hand over his chest. He doesn’t stir. So I whisper next to his ear, “Butterfly?”

He jumps slightly with the intrusion and groans, opening his eyes to me. Surprise floods his features, and then he seems to remember our festivities last night.

“Hi,” he says. Then he touches my bare leg. “It feels early,” he groggily states.

“Xavier? Who is this?”

“Huh?” He’s already closed his eyes again.

“This picture.” I nudge him with my hand. “I found this picture under your bathroom sink. Who are these people?”

He opens his eyes and grabs the picture frame from me, barely glancing at it before he says, “That’s my mom and dad. Penny and David.”

He’s already rolling away from me and I try to piece together the thoughts in my head. My parents knew Xavier’s parents. Not only that, but they thought these two people were in a committed relationship with a third person, another man.

That’s it. I shove Xavier again. “I need you to take me to my place.”

“What?” he asks, now turning toward me incredulously. “Why?”

“Xavier, I think our parents know each other. And I think there’s something else.. “

“Don’t be weird,” he says. “So our parents somehow knew each other. That’s ok right?”

“It’s not that. I,” I hesitate, worried about how to say this. “I think that maybe your dad is not your actual dad.”

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