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“Why don’t we use it for a while and see how it feels?”

“Okay.” She inhales quickly when my cock surges against the swatch of her panties and I pin her rhythmically to the locker, while the metal creak, creak, creaks. “Can you keep kissing me now…Daddy?”

Dear God. I don’t recognize what’s happening inside of me. It’s like being anointed ruler of the universe. I’m already a large man, but I become a giant in that moment, my mouth capturing her little mewls, taking, her tongue no longer hesitant to meet and stroke mine, our bodies melting into one with slow yet rough squeezes of my hips up, up, up between her thighs, her head falling back now, tempting me to lick the length of her beautiful, young neck while she catches her breath, her fingers starting to tear at my hair, the collar of my shirt, our mouths mating in a frenzy that hints at how we’ll fuck someday very soon. Like long-lost lovers that have been separated too long.

“I’m g-getting that feeling again…”

“The one you had yesterday on the couch?”

“Mmmm.”

“What did I tell you, angel? Be selfish. This time, take what you need from me.”

Her eyes are glassy when they meet mine, her arousal making her even more beautiful. Rosy and vulnerable and ripe. “Are you going to take what you need from me, too?” she hiccups, her hips starting to writhe, rock, her thighs trembling.

“Watching you have an orgasm while I dry hump you is going to kill me, little girl. I’m going to make a fucking mess.” I slide my palms down her thighs and up beneath her dress, moaning over my first clutch of her unparalleled ass.Lord almighty, it’s so smooth and round. Taut. A temptation God himself couldn’t turn down. “We’ll make a mess together.”

“I’m having a…a-an orgasm, D-D-Daddy.”

I shove my mouth up against her ear, licking it crudely. “Hear that, Waylon? Your wife calls me Daddy when she busts.”

We hit our peaks simultaneously, her ass flexing in my hands, warm goodness soaking the zipper of my pants. Through her panties and my briefs, that liquid heat spreads between us, dampening everything, my balls twisted up like twin screws trying to drill into my stomach from below—fuck me fuck me fuck me—lust like I’ve never known boiling over and burning us both, our bodies straining, her moans echoing through the empty locker room, her legs shaking around me with pleasure this time, not fear, our mouths frantic, kissing in between satisfied exclamations.

I’m careful not to crush her when the bliss runs its course, leaving me wasted, swaying drunkenly on my feet. I keep her tight to my chest, nonetheless, unwilling to let her go, to break contact.Mine.

“I don’t think I’ll have nightmares about this place ever again,” she whispers into my throat, sending my heart back into a sprint.

“Only good dreams from now on, angel,” I say, kissing her thoroughly, letting her feel what she’s doing to me. Branding me. Owning me. Making me fall in love with her. But I’m not going to take it for granted that she feels the same way. What if through liberating her from her husband, she flies away from me, too?

Panic settles in—and with only two days left until her husband returns, I need to work fast. To make sure she’s free to choose me.

“How about I take you on that date tonight?” I say, kissing her forehead.

When her eyes sparkle up at me and she nods, so trusting, one thing is clear.

I’m not falling in love with her. I’m already there.

CHAPTER 10

Ashley

I feelawake for the first time in years.

I’m sitting across from Caleb at an outdoor café, an hour’s drive from our town. We must be careful to not be spotted, because I’m being unfaithful, but we don’t say that out loud. I don’t feel like I’m being untrue to anything. In fact, I think I’m finally being faithful to myself. Because I want to be here. I chose to be here. With him.

With this man who I’m already coming dangerously close to loving.

How could I avoid the feeling when he gives me options? At every turn. Even when he is clearly in sexual pain, he asks me if I want to be kissed. If he can press his body against mine. I’m breathing right now like I’ve miraculously grown a third lung. So much space to exist that I don’t know what to do with it all, but I also don’t feel any immediate pressure to decide. It’s exhilarating.

Caleb appears so staid now, compared to how frantic he was in the locker room, his thick hips shoving up between mine, his mouth plying me with pleasure I didn’t know was possible. I can still feel his big hands gripping my butt and I loved them there. I love his hands on me. Considering I abhorred human touch a couple of days ago, this revelation is astounding. All I can think about as I observe his polished, controlled exterior across the table is…what will his fingers feel like inside me? What will it be like to be touched there?

To say nothing of…sex. Intercourse.

My breath skips and I press my white napkin more firmly to my lap beneath the table. His eyes tick upward from the menu he’s perusing to scrutinize me.

“Is there something you’d like to tell me, Ashley?”

It should be unnerving to have a man be so attuned to my every movement, but it’s not. Not with Caleb. Which makes me wonder how he became this person. Someone who can liberate me with such skill, designed exactly for my experiences and insecurities. Where did he come from? Was he ever a young man or has he always been this distinguished and magnetic and…mysterious?

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