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“I couldn’t help it, Theo.Couldn’t just sit there across from you at the table and pretend I’m not…” Abigail takes my hand and moves it down her body until she reaches the waistband of her trousers.I don’t resist as she works my hand inside, under her panties too, until my fingers are dipped into the wet honey of her center.

I inhale.“You’re wet.”

“All night.”

My eyes flutter shut as I probe her wetness.“Pandora’s box.That’s what we’ve opened.”

“It doesn’t have to be a scourge on the world, though.It can stay between us,” she says with desperation.“Besides, it doesn’t have to be anything beyond–” Her hand tightens on mine, pushing my fingers inside her.

I watch her expression flex with a moment of discomfort before she settles into the stretch of my fingers.

Would it really be so bad to have this place of respite?A place to let everything go?Where I can stop worrying about the weight of the world on my shoulders and come to Abigail for release?

I don’t respond fast enough for her taste.“I forgot, you don’t like younger women.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“That what do you mean, Theo?”

I have tried so hard to be a man over the years.I have tried to grow up, grow my business, be a husband, a father, a good friend.I have tried and often fall just short of the goal.Being good doesn’t get me far when I’m not quite all the way good.

Bugger off talk.Bugger off conversation.

If this is what Abigail wants, I am only a man.I am not strong enough to resist the woman I think about all day and night.

I wrap my arm around her, pull her flush to my body, further onto my fingers.

She gasps into me.

I growl, “Beg.”

Abigail presses her mouth to my shoulder to conceal the tiny whine at the back of her throat.

“Beg me to please you.”I begin to slide my fingers in and out of her.

“Theo, please.”

“Beg me, Abigail.”

She grabs onto me, fingers digging into my sides.Almost painful if it weren’t her and her want.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”She huffs.Her hips start moving on my hand.“I touch myself thinking about you.”

A rumble crawls up my throat.

I have to be quiet, but when she says thingslike that–

“If you say no, I think I’ll die.I walk around dripping at the thought of you.”

I bite back on the things I want to say.

If I rile her up too much, we’ll be heard beyond a shadow of a doubt.

“I need you more than once.Need you all the time.”

My cock is rock solid beneath her, enjoying the friction of her movement despite my hand pumping between us.

Her walls are tight around my fingers.

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