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‘Jesus.’ I hiss, feeling the familiar pull of pleasure as I squeeze my eyes tight. I shouldn’t be thinking of her this way, but this isn’t the first time I have. Every morning when I shower, at night when I lay awake, I pull on my cock, imagining it’s her. Imagining her moans as I bury myself inside her. Imagining the tears in her eyes as she gags on my length but takes it anyway.

I exhale loudly, leaning forward against the tiles and resting my forearm there for stability as I pump harder, faster, and finally, I come, exploding with a loud groan of sheer fucking ecstasy.

I breathe hard, accepting the reality: fucking my own hand while imagining her is as close as I can ever come to losing myself in the woman I can’t stop thinking about.

Now You Can Get Shit Done

Doug

‘Morning, Cara.’ I hearthe happy sing-song voice of Artie, the owner of the grocery store, as I stare at the cereal boxes, trying to decide what to get for Bo.

‘Good morning, Artie,’ she answers sweetly, and my nostrils flare.

It’s been a week of this shit; walking around this town where I was born, where I grew up, where I know everyone, and theyknow me, and where they hardly glance in my direction, but they can’t get enough of Cara fucking McKenzie.

I have talked to her twice since she walked away from me up at the house, and both times were as successful as the last. I pissed her off, which pissed me off and left me feeling like a prick.

‘How’s the house coming along?’ Artie asks, and I can practically hear the smile in her response.

‘Really well, I think. I’m staying away, but no major problems.’

‘Well, Doug knows what he’s doing, even if he doesn’t look the happiest while he’s doing it.’

She laughs, and Artie laughs—fuck this. I round the aisle and expect them to look a little ashamed at being caught talking about me.

‘Not enough to do today, Artie?’ I snap, and they both fucking smile at me.

‘Always time to talk to my happy customers, Doug. You too, of course.’

Cara snorts and turns away, and I shake my head.

‘You got a sec?’

She glances back at me and nods, and Artie says goodbye to her before offering me a quick nod and walking away.

Cara turns to face me, and I step a little closer, faltering when I smell her perfume.

‘You need to make some decisions on the kitchen so I can get it ordered.’

‘Okay, send me the details.’ She turns to carry on her shopping, and it pisses me off. I didn’t say we were done.

‘You got time for a coffee? I’d like to get them ordered today.’

‘You want me to see the options for the first time right now and make a decision on the spot?’ I stare at her, and she stares at me. ‘Doug, you’re being unreasonable.’

I know that, but she pisses me off. She’s so fucking happy all the time, so unflappable, and so likable. Everyone fucking lovesher, and they all get to have these normal interactions with her without their whole lives hanging by a thread because of it.

‘I have shit to do, Cara. I need you to make a decision.’

She inhales deeply and blows it out.

‘I’ll make my decision when I have time to go over the options and not before. You might not like me, but please don’t forget this ismyhouse. I have to live there, not you. Drop off, or send me the details, and I will let you know what I decide.’

She turns and walks away, and I notice Mr. and Mrs. Abernathy staring at me, trying not to laugh.

‘She’s got spirit, that one,’ Mr. Abernathy says, grinning.

‘Just like her mother,’ Mrs. Abernathy adds before winking at me and walking away the same way Cara did.

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