Page 86 of Cam Girl

Tase

Soren is going to hate me for this.

All boils down to him,doesn’t it?

I hatemyselffor not being able to let Gilli go. For not stepping away when I have every opportunity to. But there she is with her warmth and her suffering.

She’s looking at me with a calm certainty, and the moment goes taut, stretching out into eternity.

When was the last time a woman looked at me the way she does?

Not since Dana and our wedding night.

I’d had my wife for such a short time before cancer worked its way into her brain. I wasn’t able to save her. I’d missed the signs even with my medical schooling.

Too focused on getting ahead, on deserving this practice that fell into my lap, to see what she needed me to see for both of us.

Dana is gone and left a void that still aches to be filled.

Gilli is here, soft, present.

I shift my hands to her hips, jerking her to the edge of the counter and stepping forward between her thighs. She hooks her legs around my waist.

She’s young. So much younger than any woman I’ve been interested in before. Dating isn’t even on my radar.

We have nothing in common. Why am I doing this?

“Tase.”

My name from her lips isn’t a whispered question. It’s not a plea, either. There is a distinct period at the end intended to bring me back to her.

I grip her by the hips, massaging lightly before sliding my way down to her thighs, the curve of her ass. Those hated limbs which look so outstanding I can’t imagine why she would hurt herself because of them.

I have no right to touch her or take advantage of her this way, because that’s what I’m doing.Taking advantage.

She’s already doing me a favor by working and providing her steady hands. What more do I want from her?

Making the first move, Gilli reaches up and holds the back of my neck, drawing me down and biting my lower lip.

Oh, fuck.

She tastes like chocolate.

My hands are back on her waist to keep myself steady. To steady her. To maintain a shred of decency as she kisses my chin, my cheeks, my nose. Plastering small sweet pecks across my face.

She pulls back slightly to look at me, her eyes dark, her glasses slightly smudged. My chest goes tight and my blood hums.

“If you want me to stop, then I will,” she whispers. “But you have to say it.”

She arches her back and presses her breasts against my chest, tilting her head to the side and removing her glasses. I groan as my cock thickens and nudges against the inside of my pants.

It should behands to my fucking selfand certainly not sliding up the inside of her shirt the way I want to. My fingers twitch uncontrollably and my dick throbs in an effortto get to her.

And no internal pep talk is getting me to back up and give her space.

I bury my head against the side of her neck and my tongue darts out to taste her. Kissing down to the sweet swell of her breasts.

Her arms move around my shoulders, her face near enough to mine to catch her need and desire.What am I doing?

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