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A soft fluttering around my cock turned into a tighter grip. One that felt like it milked my come right out of my balls, andwithout being able to hold back or prolong the moment, my own orgasm crashed through me.

“Carmen!” I roughly groaned as I fed every drop of my release into her tight little body. Her pussy lightly fluttered around my dick as I came to after coming so hard I almost passed out. “Shit,” I panted. “That was incredible.”

“Hmm,” she purred. I pulled my body off hers and stroked the line of her bare back, not letting my semi-hard dick slide out of her body. I liked the way it looked still inside her creamy little snatch.

“You okay?”

“Very okay,” she said into the sheets before peeking over her shoulders with her gaze happy and content.

We did that,the animal inside preened with male pride. And I couldn’t get myself to disagree. We’d be doing that over and over again.

Until my last breath, if I could manage it.

CHAPTER 10

CARMEN

With a bounce in my step,I walked into the athletics building. I had only been there once before when I went snooping to see if I could catch a glimpse of him in his natural habitat, but other than that, I hadn’t been before. Thankfully, I remembered where I had seen his office. I knocked on the open door, but the smile on my face slipped when I noticed it was empty.

“Damn,” I mumbled under my breath. My eyes dropped to the bag in my hands. I glanced at the screen of my Apple Watch and sighed. “So much for surprising him with lunch.” I stepped inside and set the bag on an empty spot on his desk.

Next time, I’ll have to call, I thought to myself and had to stop myself from giggling.

Andres and I might not have labeled it, but he said I was his and he was mine. I didn’t need more. The weekend had been incredible.

I glanced around his desk for a note pad or some Post-its.

“There they are.” I rounded the desk and picked them up and searched for a pen so I could leave him a note to let him know I hoped he was having a g good day and that he enjoyed lunch. Ipicked up a pen by a laptop he had open, and it dropped when my eyes caught the screen.

I’ve been watching you.The confession he’d said in the heat of the moment passed through my head as I tilted my head, trying to make sense of what I was looking at.

I’ve been watching you.

I’d assumed he meant before we got to know one another. My hands shook as I pulled the desk chair back and sat down.

I stared at the screen that was broken into about six smaller ones. A security feed played. A live one. And I knew exactly what he was looking at because I had the same playing in my office on a TV behind my own desk. A desk I was currently staring at.

Andres had been watching the library’s security feed. He’d been watching me, and when I had called security, and we got to know one another, I’d thought he’d stopped.

But he hadn’t.

He’d just started to watch without me knowing about it.

Without thinking, I moved my hands to the mouse. I minimized the screen, and everything inside of me froze. The screensaver of his laptop, the one he streamed the library’s security feed on, was of me. Staring off to I could only assume was the campus. I was sitting on a bench in my favorite spot on campus.

But this had to have been right before the school year ended.

A lone folder off to the top right-hand corner of the screen caught my attention. I shouldn’t open it. I should shut the laptop and take it right to the cops as evidence.Andres has been stalking me?

But I didn’t.

I opened it, and my eyes widened. A multitude of folders were there. One by one, I opened and closed them. Pictures of me. Videos of me walking around campus, completely obliviousto him. But maybe it was the shock or the fact I was obviously sick in the head, because I wasn’t scared.

I wasn’t even worried about my own safety when I opened one namedDivorce.

Everything about my failed marriage popped up, and my eyes shut for a moment.

Still, I wasn’t scared. I was hurt.

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