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“Mm-mm.”Which meant no.

It wasthe same answer as the one I’d gotten half an hour ago when I woke up with hiserection pressed against my ass. If I didn’t jump high enough to reach thatdamn ceiling then, I never would. How I stopped myself from clawing my way outof that bunker was beyond me. In the end, I merely pulled away from him,careful not to wake him, because—the horror. The thought of looking him in theeye after feeling that huge thing against my ass petrified me. And damn it! DidI have to know if that part of him was proportional to his body? No, I did not.Was it? Yes—big time. Fuck! Why was this happening to me?

Theshock of it lulled me into sleep because I could remember dreaming. In mydream, I was sitting at a long table filled with food. I could see burgers,casseroles, steaks, fries, sweet potatoes, roasted veggies... and then allkinds of cakes, pies, sweets, and every flavor of ice cream that existed onearth.

I wokeup famished and upset, only to find Thorsen lying next to me, this time on hisback. I didn’t dare look at his nether region, so I just lay there, praying forrescue or a quick death.

Thenext time I woke up, Thorsen was wrapped around me like a koala. His arm wasflung around my waist, holding me so tight I couldn’t move an inch. His leg laylimp on mine, weighing a ton. And his hard, throbbing dick was poking me in thethigh.Jesus. Christ.

Myfirst impulse was to run, but since he was a heavy fucker, I couldn’t movewithout waking him up.

“Thorsen,”I said, and when he didn’t reply, I bellowed in his ear. “Thorsen!”

“What?”he mumbled, sounding sleepy and hoarse.

“Wakeup.”

“No.”

“Look…”I rubbed my forehead, feeling desperate. “You have to wake up, okay?”

“Why?”

“BecauseI’m uncomfortable.”

“Well,I’m comfortable.”

“Ofcourse, you’re comfortable when you’re using me as your pillow. And bed.”

“God,I would kill for a bed right now. My entire body hurts.”

Hestill wouldn’t move. If anything, his arm around me tightened.

“Ifyou don’t get off me, I will punch you, Thorsen.”

“Itmight be worth it.”

“I’mnot joking around. You have to move b-because…”

“B-because,”he mocked me.

“Yourerection is poking me in the leg.”

Thorsenlooked down at his crotch and chuckled.

“MyGod, you’re right. It must be your cologne.”

“Iswear to God—”

“I’monly kidding,” he said, moving away from me and taking all the heat with him.“At least now we know what time of day it is.”

“Ifyou’re implying it’s the morning, you belong in the Guinness Book of WorldRecords. It’s the longest-lasting morning wood I ever saw… felt… fuck!”

Hechuckled, and then I heard him pee.

“I dobelong in the Guinness Book of World Records, but not for the reason you’reimplying.”

“Whythen?”

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