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His hand comes up and cups my breast. I’m not sure where it came from, but I moan and arch my back, pressing farther into his hand. His touch is soft but firm at the same time. When his finger caresses over my hard nipple, I feel like I could come right then. His voice is trembling. “Can I kiss you?”

I open my eyes and try not to freak out. “You want to kiss me… there?”

He nods, looking at me for approval.

I can’t say no because right now I want his mouth on me more than anything. “Yes,” I say throatily.

He doesn’t hesitate. His lips seal over my nipple, and he suckles me. All at once, I feel him everywhere. His leg raises between my thighs, and he strokes me at my core. I feel wanton as I open my legs wider to let him slide his leg higher. With the friction between my thighs and his lips on my breasts, it becomes too much. I can feel the pressure rise. I clamp my legs together, squeezing his in a vise. My back arches even more, and I put my hand at the back of his head, holding him to me.

I’ve never had an orgasm with someone else in the room, but there’s no holding back. I have no control over my body, and I can’t fight it off. My whole body tenses and starts to jerk uncontrollably.

He doesn’t stop. He keeps pleasuring my breast and rubbing his leg between my thighs. And I bask in my release until I have nothing left to give.

When I come down, embarrassment takes over. “Oh my God.”

He’s still nuzzling my breast, his head resting against me. His voice is thick. “You okay?”

I try to shift my body, and he groans. His manhood is hard and pressed against me. I ask him the same question. “Are you okay?”

He kisses my breast and then leans back to look at me. I start to apologize. “I’m so sorry—I don’t know what came over me. I’m not—”

He stops me. “Don’t ever apologize to me. I love seeing you like this.”

I touch his shoulder. “But what about you? Do you want me to, uh, you know?”

“No. We’ll get to that when you’re ready.”

I think back to my ex, and he was always pressuring me to do things. It’s crazy because with Baker, I want to do those things, but he’s willing to wait. Unsure where we go from here, I ask him, “So uh, now what?”

He leans his head against my naked breast. “I’d like to lay here, just like this for a while. We can talk, and I’ll take you home… later.”

I rest my chin against his head. “Sounds good.”

Lying in his arms, I can’t help but think about the future and wonder if there could be something between us.

CHAPTER 12

BAKER

After textingand talking on the phone all week, I finally get to have Cassie in my arms tonight. I only saw her once this week when I took her lunch at the school, but we’ve talked or texted all week long, multiple times a day. It has sucked not being able to hold her when I’ve seen her, but it’s also been a good thing because we’ve talked and really got to know each other.

I turn my oven on warm and put the containers inside. I wasn’t sure what Cassie would want to eat, so I ordered a little bit of everything. I’m pacing my living room when the doorbell rings.

I open the door, smiling ear to ear. “Hey, baby.”

I instantly pull her into a hug, and her body melts against mine. I feel like I’m probably holding her tootightly, but I can’t help it. I kiss the top of her head. “I missed you this week. Are you trying to kill me with this dress? You look beautiful.”

She pulls away, and it’s now I notice she’s not happy. “What’s wrong?”

She shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Baker.”

“Sorry for what? What’s going on?”

I gather her in my arms and pull her inside the house, closing the door behind us. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“Do you remember me telling you about my best friend, Haven?”

I nod. “The model, right?”

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