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But stupidly enough, the entire way home, I couldn’t stop smiling.

Because I felt like for the first time, I was on cloud nine, and I realized that I didn’t justlikeEric and his sexy smirk, I didn’t just want to hang out with him.

I was falling in love with him.

Suddenly, I was looking forward to my time off. Looking forward to spending time with him, just letting my guard down and having fun.

Not to mention I can barely keep my hands off of him, and who could blame me?

The man is like the literal embodiment of sex appeal.

He was perfect, and I knew at that moment, I’d made my decision. Tomorrow, at the cafe, I’d gather my bravery and be honest. I’d tell him how I felt. Because I didn’t want to lie or hide my true feelings anymore.

I wanted to be with Eric, and the first step was admitting the truth to him. I hoped he would reciprocate. I hoped he’d say yes, to being mine.

My boyfriend.

When I finally made it into my house, exhaustion hit. I pulled off my clothes, seeking the comfort of my lounge wear and the soft cushions of my couch, and I slept.

I slept better than I’d slept in a long time, and I knew it was because for the first time, I washappy.Nothing was going to ruin that

CHAPTER 23

Riley

After a good longnap and a day spent actually relaxing, I felt better than I had in a while. My hangover was even dissipating.

I settled in on my couch with my computer around eight, the first time I’d really gone online all day.

Opening up my laptop, my first task was always checking my email, which was always packed not just with spam and promotional sign ups, but my students were also free to email me if they had questions, or if someone wanted to come in on Sunday afternoon during my set times and use the studio.

I’d gotten through most of my emails when I came across one that was sent from an anonymous address, with the subject “Your boyfriend.”

I immediately dismissed it, thinking it was spam or some porn bot initially, but then reality hit me.

My email was myschool email.That email was filtered pretty good, and I’d never gotten anything remotely sexual on there.

Which only intrigued me more to click open.

There was nothing, but a link. No hello, no sincerely so-and-so, just a link to an Only Fans page.

The email itself was encrypted, and as far as I could tell there was no way to figure out who’d sent it.

Curiosity got the better of me, but I wished it hadn’t at that moment. Because that was the moment everything changed.

I clicked the link.

Which brought me to an Only Fans page that was streaming live, and my blood ran straight to my cock as shame, guilt, and panic flooded me.

Eric’s bright, beautiful blue eyes stared at me through the screen, his thick, swollen pink cock head sliding through his wet hands. He was naked, on hisbed, stroking himself as he gazed into the camera, his deep, breathy voice cursing as he slathered his cock in precum, slowly thrusting himself into his hand.

My cock twitched as my blood rushed, my insides turning with arousal as much as panic.

Comments came flying in across the screen, talking about hisdaily loads,saying dirty things I’d only heard in my audiobooks.

I shut the lid of my computer, sucking in a deep breath.

My cock was as solid as marble, and I swallowed harshly as it twitched in my sweatpants.

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