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“I don’t want to wake the twins up,” she said softly, pulling her shirt down and inspecting her clothes.

This was a recipe for disaster. Skimpy clothes, no bra, and she wanted to go bounce around in the gym? I sighed. This is just what I needed: to be close to her while she was wearing practically nothing.

“That’s fine. Come on.”

She followed me down the hall to the gym. We faced each other on the mats I’d left laid out.

“Take your stance,” I ordered, and she obeyed flawlessly. “Let’s try some kicking.”

“Kicking?”

“Yes. I want you to kick me. I know you're flexible,” I insinuated on accident, making her blush. “Try to kick me up here.” I lifted my hand to shoulder height.

She bobbed her head and bounced in her stance, preparing herself, before lifting her right foot off the ground and swinging it up into the air.

A shocked gasp left her lips when I caught her ankle in my hand, but she never stood a chance; I would always catch her.

My eyes betrayed me and fell to her leg—more specifically, the apex of her thighs, where her tiny little shorts covered nothing.Satan spare me. This woman wasn’t wearing any panties. I could see the flesh of her pussy taunting me.

I immediately dropped her leg, sending her off balance and tumbling into the mats. It was cruel, but the way she shrieked as she landed on her ass made me laugh.

“Sorry,” I choked out. “Again.” I motioned for her to stand up.

She made no move to obey me this time, sitting up on her elbows instead, observing me with her head tilted to the side. I didn’t like it. I felt like she couldseeme.

“Again,” I repeated.

This time, she stood.

We practiced for the next twenty minutes, honing the skill she struggled with more than anything I’d thrown her way thus far. I tried my best to keep my eyes glued to her face, but her tits bouncing around were the most distracting things ever. Once we finished, both glistening with a thin veil of sweat, I told her to shower and go to bed.

“I’m sorry,” she told me as she walked past me toward the door.

“What for?”

She stopped halfway between me and the door. “You don’t deserve the life you were dealt. I’m sorry you’ve been treated so cruelly. You deserve so much more.”

She left when I didn’t respond, leaving me to my thoughts.

I deserved more? Where did all her damn kindness come from? I’d been nothing short of a dick to her, yet she stood there telling me I deserved more.

I looked around the gym absentmindedly, feeling very alone as I tried to gather my bearings. I stormed to my room, and her words echoed in my head as I showered.

You deserve more.

She’d invaded every nook and cranny of my mind, and our training session replayed in my mind. My hand traveled down until it was wrapped tightly around my cock. I thought about the way her tits bounced as we sparred. The peek I’d gotten at her pussy was driving me wild, and I couldn’t help but think about how she’d taste as she coated my tongue and dripped down my chin. I stroked myself harder, faster, imagining tasting her sweet arousal as she screamed my name, unable to stop thinking about what it would feel like to finally claim her, to show her I craved her just as much as she craved me. I swallowed a groan as strings of my cum shot out, washing down the drain, but unfortunately, the obsessive thoughts about Lillian refused to disappear with them.

Her words continued to echo in my head as my cum washed down the drain.

You deserve more.

As I laid my head on my pillow, knowing I wouldn’t get a wink of sleep tonight, her words echoed in my head.

You deserve more.

Did I, though?

Chapter 14

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