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I hope the neighbors hear when I thrust harder.

Now that she’s had her orgasm, I can focus on mine, headboard smashing into the wall, a rhythmic beating.

Bump…

Bump…

Bump.

I slip my hand under her ass, pulling her into me, sliding in deeper.

Bump.

Bump…

I hope the neighbors hear it.

I hope the neighbors see me walking out her door tomorrow doing the walk of shame.

Mine.

When I come, I come harder than I did the first time we fucked—come harder than when she blew my brains into oblivion by sucking my cock.

Loudly.

Deliberately.

Then, after I’ve tossed the condom in the trash and come back to bed, I want to do it all over again.

twenty-nine

ryann

“Starting to date sure looks tempting, but so did the Titanic, and look how that turned out.”

– Dallas Colter

Dallas is still here.

My phone is buzzing on the nightstand, and before I grab it, I glance over my shoulder at Dallas, who’s on his back, sprawled out on my mattress, hogging all the space, sheets around his hips.

We had sex three times last night—four if you count the blow job, which I do not.

I look at Dallas, then look at my phone.

Mom.

Shit.

I can’t take a call from my mother when I’m lying naked in bed next to a guy:

Whom I am not dating.

Who has major commitment issues.

Who broke up with me on behalf of my ex-boyfriend.

My mother would have a fit.

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