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“Oh, my God,” she calls out. She backs onto me more, taking me in deeper. “Is that the pillow?”

“Gets the perfect angle,” I murmur. I pull out and then thrust in again, faster than the first time. Addy cries out as I repeat the action, and then we fall into a perfect rhythm of me thrusting and her backing onto me, her moans getting louder the faster we go.

The heat starts to build in my loins, and I grip her hips and pound into her as hard as I can. Addy cries out as I push harder and harder, the slapping sound between us illustrating just how hard I’m moving.

“Carter, I– you– oh, God, I’m coming!” Addy squeals and then I feel her tighten on me. That’s all I need to reach my own orgasm.

“Addy!” I cry as the pleasure spills over and into Addy. I hold her hips to me as I pour into her. Once I’m finished we both collapse onto the guest room bed, our breaths ragged as we recover from our activities.

After a few minutes Addy turns to me and licks her lips.

“I don’t know what kind of black magic you were pulling with that pillow, but I like it. You were hitting angles that I didn’t even know existed.”

I smirk and pull her into my arms.

“As long as you felt good, that’s all I care about.”

“Know any other secrets?” Addy whispers as her hand snakes down to my dick.

“A lot, actually.”

Then I climb on top of her for round two.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Addy

Wepullupinfront of the high school and jump out. The chill weekend we had just had messed with my sleep schedule so much that I slept right through my 6:30 alarm. Since Izzy can’t catch the bus from Carter’s house, I now have to take her to school every day.

It’s unfortunate that today she’s going to be late, but I’m doing the best I can with what we have.

“Come on! I don’t want to be later than I have to be!” Izzy turns to glare at me. I slam the car door and hurry after her. When we get to the glass doors I grab the handle to pull it open, but it doesn’t budge. “The doors lock after 9:30.”

“Of course they do,” I grumble. I mosey over to the side and hit the big red button attached to the door. The speaker crackles before a nasally woman’s voice comes over the speaker.

“What can I do for you?”

“Hi, I’m here to sign in Isabella Hughes.”

A buzzing sound comes from the speaker before the door makes a clicking sound. Izzy grabs the handle and pulls, letting us both in. We shuffle into the office where I sign the clipboard on the desk while the administrator fills out a late slip for Izzy. The second it touches Izzy’s hand she turns to hurry out the door.

“Have a great day!” I call after her. She gives me a half assed wave as she disappears down the hall. I smile at the admin who shrugs before I turn to leave.

“Miss Hughes?” a voice calls out after me just as my hands hit the door. I turn and see the principal smiling at me.

“Oh, hello, Mr. O’Shaugnessy. How are you this morning?”

“Very well. I’m glad to have caught you, actually. When I spoke to Isabella last Thursday, she mentioned the two of you were moving?” The questions in his beady eyes make me nervous. He’s asking for more than just polite conversation, I know that much.

I paste a forced smile on my face and nod.

“Yes, that’s correct. We moved over the weekend.”

“I see. While you’re here, why don’t we go ahead and update the address?” The principal reaches into a filing cabinet behind the admin desk and pulls out a sheet of paper. When he hands it to me, the title jumps out: CHANGE OF ADDRESS FORM.

Smiling, I pick up a pen and begin filling it out. I don’t have anywhere better to be, so I’m not technically being inconvenienced, but because I was expecting to jet in here and jet right back out, this entire interaction is getting on my nerves. After I’ve completed the entire page I hand it back to him, standing awkwardly as his eyes roll over the page. When O’Shaugnessy looks back at me, a grim smile fills his face.

“I’m afraid I have some bad news,” he says. I now resist the urge to roll my own eyes. All he did was look at a page -- did I make a mistake and now have to fill out a new form? It’d be annoying but I wouldn’t describe it as “bad news.”

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