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“In that case,” she said, untying the robe. “I need you at my disposal right now.”

She lay back and draped her legs over the arms of the chair, exposing her pussy. I licked my lips.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I chuckled to myself as I dropped to my knees in front of her. If one night with my mouth birthed this boldness, I couldn’t wait to see what my dick would have her doing.

Last night owed me nothing.

I had the time of my life. While we hadn’t taken things too far, I was left more than satisfied with where we did take it. My body had never been riddled with so much pleasure. That man’s mouth was blessed. His tongue was skilled, and those fingers were dangerous. If that was a prelude to the dick, I was in for a treat.

I didn’t feel an ounce of shame asking him for what I wanted this morning. He made me comfortable, and the whole “All of me is at your disposal” was one of the sexiest, most unselfish things a man could say. There was no pressure, just complete submission.

His mouth and fingers brought me the type of pleasure I’d been craving. I wanted so badly to just let him have all of me, but I was still hesitant. If I was being honest, I think I was afraid. Not of the pain, but the vulnerability that could come with it all.

I wasn’t crazy enough to associate sex with love and commitment. I knew better. But I was afraid of becoming too attached, too soon. Sex created feelings that were sometimes one sided. While I didn’t take Quaid for a man that just fucked around to fuck around, he was still a man, and men were unpredictable at times.

The last thing I wanted was a broken heart.

I’d finally left Quaid’s house around one. We never made it to breakfast, and I was starving. He offered to make me something to eat, but I declined. I was headed to see my mama since she was one of the people that was asking where I was. When I got to Quaid’s last night, I placed my phone on Do Not Disturb. Once things got hot and heavy, I never got the chance to turn it off.

Upon doing that when I left, I was bombarded with voicemails and texts. I figured I’d let her lay eyes on me before she had a fit. She was going to take one look at me and know I didn’t sleep in my bed last night. It didn’t help that I was wearing Quaid’s clothes.

“Maybe I should have gone home first,” I thought aloud as I pulled into my childhood home’s driveway.

Then I thought about who was probably waiting for me at my house and decided that here was probably my safest bet. I sighed heavily as I climbed out of the car and headed inside.

“Jaeda!” Jaiden said, running up to me as soon as I stepped over the threshold.

I scooped him up and spun him around. “Hey, bubby!”

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too. How was school this week?”

“It was awesome. We have a science fair coming up, and guess what I’m making?”

“What?”

“A solar oven! Dad’s been helping me. I really want that medal.”

I smiled. “You’ll get it, bubs.”

I had faith he would. Jaiden was already super smart. He made straight A’s, and he was on the principal’s list. My mom had a whole room dedicated to our awards and achievements. His shelf was quickly filling up.

“You wanna see it?” he asked, hopefully.

“Of course I do.”

I carried him into the kitchen where he’d come from. My stepfather was standing at the kitchen island, lining a box with aluminum foil. He looked up at me and smiled.

“Hey, baby girl.”

“Hey, Dad.”

I was probably the only one of my siblings that called our stepfathers dad, but I loved Hershel. It wasn’t an all the time thing, but it was often, and it always made him smile.

“Why are you carrying this big ol’ boy?” he asked, playfully ruffling Jaiden’s hair.

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