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With his tongue stroking mine, he slips a thick finger inside me, and I moan into his mouth.

He quickly adds a second and third finger, never slowing his pace as he fucks them in and out of me.

Our kiss becomes sloppy, so frantically full of need. The need to have him closer to me, though he can’t physically be any closer than he is right now as he’s inside me.

I love this feeling of being so full of him. I’ve never felt this with anyone but Cole, and I’m so addicted to the way it feels. I’m addicted to the wayhefeels.

He starts teasing his thumb over my clit, causing me to cry out again. He swallows my moans for himself as he strokes his fingers inside me, curling them and hitting the perfect spot.

The same spot he found during the video we recorded.

I can feel my orgasm building, and I quickly tip over the edge, thankfully not gushing like before. Just a normal orgasm that doesn’t drench my leggings.

As I try to catch my breath, I’m startled by a loud knock at my door.

“What the fuck?” I groan. “Who the hell is here right now?”

“Better answer that, Rory girl. And try not to look like you just screamed out as I got you off.”

I playfully shove him. “You’re annoying.”

“And you love it.”

He just grins at me smugly when I can’t even deny it.

I shake my head and climb out of bed, heading straight to my front door. I swing it open before my visitor can knock again, and my heart falls into my stomach when I see my dad on the other side.

“What are you doing here, Dad?” I ask, trying to mask my unease. My boyfriend is literally still half naked in my bedroom while my dad now stands in my entryway. This has the potential to getverybad.

“I haven’t seen you in weeks, Rory. Wanted to drop in and see my baby girl before I head in for practice today. Is that okay?”

“Oh, sure,” I stammer, knowing damn well that if I try to just shove him out the door, he’ll have too many questions I don’t want to answer.

“Did you have fun with Sage?” he asks, heading into my kitchen.

The same kitchen Cole fucked me in last night.

Thank God I cleaned up already.

“Of course. Lo came over and had a dance party with us yesterday.”

My dad chuckles. “I’m sure she’s happy Knox is home now.”

“She sure is,” I laugh. “She missed him like crazy.”

He smiles before his eye catches my arm. “What’s that?”

I look down at my newest tattoo, and I can’t help but smile, though I try to hide it. “I got a new tattoo a few weeks ago.”

“And you went with the Big Dipper?” he asks curiously.

“It’s the Little Dipper, actually.”

He opens his mouth to say something else—likely to ask who has the Big Dipper if mine is the little one—but he’s silenced by a loud crash in my bedroom.

My eyes grow wide with fear as he looks at me. “Do you have someone over, Rory?”

“What?” I say dismissively. Or what I hope is dismissive. “There’s no one here. That’s just my… cat.”

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