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The orgasm started slowly in my core. It built up and broke over me like a gentle wave. My body tightened and then relaxed, easing the internal tension a little. I lay there, cradled in the earth’s stony arms, looking up at the sky, breathing softly, reminding myself that lust wasn’t always the wrong choice and pleasure shouldn’t be forbidden.

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Javier

Holy fuck. Had I heard right? Had she really called out my name?

Her back arched, raising her taut nipples up in the air. Her quiet moan drifted in the night. A small shiver shook her body and rattled mine as I realized she was having an orgasm, right there, before my very eyes.

Hers was the sweetest, quietest, most mellow orgasm I’d ever had the privilege of witnessing, and yet I was panting like a dog. The sight left me longing to feel her skin under my palms. The need to brush my lips all over her body pushed against my control.

She’d whispered my name. I’d heard it. Her plea burned a scorching path to my cock. She’d called out to me. Gotten herself off thinking of me.

The pressure in my balls surged, and I almost came in my pants. My breaths came in short, silent rasps. I’d been to sex shows, clubs, and cabarets in every continent, and yet watching Missy’s quiet climax was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. The thought of how soft and wet she’d be just about now drove me insane. Did she know I could help with any and all needs she may have?

No, you can’t, asshole.You won’t.

I got a hold of my horny. She was my mission and my only way to repay a life debt.

For a few moments, she lay on the smooth rock, looking up at the sky, with a small smile curving her lips. What would her other lips taste like? Like sin, I bet, creamy and delectable. I craved the very essence of her, the juices that no doubt moistened her folds even as she relaxed in the afterglow of her climax.

Yeah. She’d be real wet right now, so ready to be fucked.

By me.

A faint rustle rising from the darkness brought me back to my senses. I tilted my head into the wind. The sound came from the opposite direction from where I crouched. It tracked toward Missy. Talk about an instant de-boner. I tightened my grip on my carbine. We weren’t alone.

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Missy

I smiled up at the clouds rushing by, welcoming the release, even though it was a small one, especially when measured against Affie’s epic—and perhaps grossly exaggerated—sex stories. But hey, I’d made it happen. It was a good start.

What on earth are you doing almost naked in the middle of nowhere? Prissy Missy was back with a vengeance.Shameful. That’s what this is. Shameless. That’s what you are.

Ah, heck.I was back to being my uptight self.

Face burning, I pushed off the rock, grabbed my bra, and hooked it on as quickly as I could manage. I felt more guilt than relief. What I’d just done had been… what? Stupid? Self-indulgent? Beneath me?

No. I lifted my chin in the air and gave myself a break. It had been necessary.

If that was the case, how come I felt proud but guilty atthe same time?

Throwing on my T-shirt, I blamed Affie’s influence and Javier’s sex appeal for whatever this was—an impulse, a mistake, a lack of common sense and restraint. And yet, as I jammed my leggings on, I had a wicked thought. I should try doing this more often. Maybe I would get better at it. Unfortunately, as soon as my thoughts drifted to Javier, I recognized the persistent need throbbing in my core. It remained raw and unfulfilled.

Shucks.

Despite my best efforts, I was still strung taut and craving more.

You’re going to turn into Affie if you keep this up.

Me? Turn into sexy, wanton, irrepressibly sexual Affie?

I laughed in my head.

I stuffed the wipes and my wet socks in my backpack’s zippered compartment. I aired out my soggy sneakers, swinging them back and forth in the air. It was worth a try, but I doubted they were going to dry anytime soon. Neither was the damp space between my legs.

I wished I could talk to my sisters right now. Thena would listen quietly and urge me to trust my feelings. Cece would remind me that lust is programmed into the human DNA to ensure reproduction and the survival of the species. Affie would tell me to do it more often and enjoy it to the max. She’d probably overshare the different techniques she’d learned to get herself off.

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