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He lifts his mouth away from me, then goes still. After what feels like too long I open my eyes and look down over the length of my body.

“Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?”

“No. No, you didn’t.” He’s still hard when he pushes himself off the bed and runs an arm over his mouth. “Dammit. This shouldn’t have happened. What was I thinking?”

“I wanted it.” I’m still breathless and shaky but I sit up. “This was something I wanted. Don’t put it only on yourself.”

“Fine. Then what were we thinking?” He shakes his head, his face a mask of disgust that takes my body from burning to chilled. “This will never happen again.”

No. He can’t do this. He can’t give me so much pleasure and joy and then take it away. “Please, don’t say that.”

“It happened this one time, and that will always stay between you and me.” There’s something close to a threat in his voice. I understand what he means, and it’s a little insulting.

“I won’t say a word.”

“Otherwise, we forget everything we said.” I open my mouth, ready to fight, but he cuts me off with a single headshake. “Everything. I’m too old for you. This can’t happen.”

“Please, can we talk about it?”

I’m talking to myself for all the good it does. He’s gone, the door closed, by the time I’ve finished.

I can’t give him up.

Not now. Not when I know how good it feels when he touches me.

I know how much he wants to touch me.

I’m never going to forget that, no matter how much he wants me to.

Even if it might be better that way.

CHAPTER5

NOLAN

Iam going to hell.

No doubt about it. I deserve to fry for all eternity after what I’ve done.

Calling her a woman would be a technicality. She’s still a child. She’s innocent, and until last night, she didn’t have the first idea of what she was doing.

I was the first man to ever gaze upon her pussy. The first to ever feast on it.

What I wouldn’t give to feast on her right now. My cock stiffens at the thought, which is something close to a miracle after jerking off three times during the night. I couldn’t sleep. I could only remember and want—fuck me, did I want.

I already made the mistake. I can’t make it again. She’s too young. I’ve known her since she was a child. It’s fucking sick.

She was an innocent child before I took advantage of her. She might not understand the depth of it, but I do, and what I did is unforgivable. She deserves better.

Throwing an arm over my eyes against the early morning sunlight, I groan in pure misery. Misery I deserve after being so weak. Indulging myself in her when I knew damn well how wrong it was.

Stiffer than ever, my cock doesn’t seem to care. It doesn’t matter how many times I say these things to myself. I won’t be convinced, not deep down inside.

And that’s a problem because it can't happen again. It absolutely cannot. I—we—made a mistake the way people sometimes do, but that's it. We can move on from this.

Hell, it might even be easier to deal with having her around now that at least some of my fantasies have become reality.

Touching. Licking. Tasting. Hearing my name tumble from her lips while her juices coat my tongue and my chin.

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