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She nods.“Also, this.”She closes the distance between our lips and gives me a passionate, hot-as-hell kiss.

“So much for no sex,” I mutter under my breath when the kiss is over, and she has her delicate hand wrapped around the shaft of my cock.

“You said ‘unless I ask.’”She strokes me up and down.“This is me asking.”

And she doesn’t have to ask me twice.

I spring into action and do not stop until she comes thrice.As my reward, I shoot my load into her pretty mouth, and she swallows before she says, “I did that purely because it’s practical.”

Though I feel very languid, I find the energy to ask, “How is swallowing practical?”

“We have no water,” she explains.“Easier cleanup.”

Chapter23

Kendall

When I wake up,I’m wrapped around Ashton like a slutty Snuggie.

Okay, this seems familiar.Does that mean it wasn’t a dream when we had sex for the third time?

I scan my body, particularly my private parts.

Shit.I’m sore enough to believe that yes, we did it again.

Which I guess makes sense.I pinched myself and that hurt, so it must not have been a dream.Then again, he made me come three times, each orgasm more powerful than the last—and I swallowed, all of which have never happened outside of a dream before.

I carefully extricate myself and look out the window.

It’s still pitch black out, so my best bet is to go back to sleep.

Except sleep doesn’t come, and I’m not sure if that’s because I already got my six hours or because I keep replaying our last conversation in my head.

I mean, did Ashtonreallyexpect me to believe that bullshit about not sleeping with anyone for three years?The very years he got rich and therefore had even more women throwing themselves at him?I mean, he was already swimming in pussy as a trainer at the time we met.

But what if, somehow, he told me the truth?

No, that’s impossible.

Then again, it happens.I mean, I’m not hideous or anything, but despite what Emma and my other friends believe, I’m not getting laid on the regular.In fact, in my case, I did have a three-year break from sex—but not because Ashton’s big cock ruined me for anyone else or any such nonsense.I’ve just had bad luck, that’s all.Horrible date on top of horrible date.

Could he have been too busy with his business?Or had a streak of bad luck, like I did?

No.No way.Once a dog, always a dog.

Then again, why does it matter to me?Even if he told me the truth, and even if I wanted something more between us, there’s a problem.

There’s the thing he said about sex workers.

I sneak a worried glance at still-peacefully sleeping Ashton.It’s crazy, I know, but even thinking about this so close to him makes me nervous, as if he might somehow overhear my thoughts.

No, that’s silly.He’s out like a light.And my thoughts are safe inside my head.

I sigh softly.

Something that I don’t like to even think about, let alone share with anyone, is that I have a side gig that some—maybe many—would consider… sex work.Not the traditional version, obviously, given my three-year abstinence streak, but there is something I do that’s vaguely in the same-ish ballpark.

Unless it’s not?

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