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I was still in a ball, my free hand fisted against my stomach.

I was restraining myself, using every bit of effort to keep my robe closed and my hand where it was.

“Pepper, I understand. I hear you. Let me make this better. Let me show you how sorry I am and why we’re supposed to be together.”

I couldn’t give in.

But I wanted to.

I couldn’t hide my love for him.

But I wanted to.

I couldn’t keep fighting him off.

But I wanted to.

I’d asked for his help.

He was offering it.

I’d asked him to come back.

He was here.

As strong as I was, as crushed, as devastated, as hurt, as fearful—I wanted to forgive him.

I wanted to be with him.

I wanted to love him.

“That’s my fucking girl,” he moaned as my foot gradually dropped from the edge of the table and I slowly untied my robe.

I shuddered the moment my finger touched my pussy.

I didn’t know how, I didn’t know why, but I suddenly felt protected.

“Your cunt is dripping, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“I know. I can see your wetness from here. I would do fucking anything to be able to smell it. Taste it. Lick it off you.”

“Mmm,” I cried out as I began to stroke my clit.

My skin was jolted awake.

My senses were exploding.

“I want you to rub from the top of your pussy to the bottom of your clit. Don’t go any lower and don’t finger yourself.” He gave me a chance to follow his order, and my breathing turned louder. “Goddamn it, I’ve been watching you cry since I left, and all I’ve wanted to do is turn those sobs into moans.”

My eyes closed again, my legs spreading further apart. “Bale …”

“Stop!” he shouted. “You’re getting too close.” He turned silent, like he was listening to me, assessing my sounds. “Your wrist and fingers need to stay still—do you hear me? Not so much as a fucking twitch.”

It had taken seconds to bring me there, to that place where my body was one shift away from shuddering.

He knew.

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