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He runs his fingers up my inner thighs until he finds my center. He pumps his fingers into my sex a few times, coating them in my juices, and then he moves them to my back entrance. He slides them all the way in. I buck off of the chair for a moment.

He latches onto my clit with his mouth. I buck again. I’m not going to last very long. He sucks on my clit while pounding into my back entrance with his fingers. I grab onto his hair. “Oh god, Trevor. That’s good. Keep going. Harder.”

He moves his fingers deeper and sucks harder. I’m on the cusp. He slowly slides his other thumb into my sex. I’m feeling him three different ways right now.

The pressure keeps building at a frenzied pace. I open my eyes and look at us on the screens. That’s it for me. I shatter explosively, bucking my hips, pulling his hair, screaming his name.

He keeps going until he’s sure I’m completely done. He then flips me over until I’m on my knees on the chair. He uses his knee to spread my legs wide. I grab the back of the chair as his slams into me. “Yes, that’s it.”

I put my head down, completely overcome with sensation. He grabs a fistful of my hair. “Get your head up.” I do. “Open your eyes.” I do. “If you close your eyes again, you’re getting spanked.”

I look at his eyes reflected in the window and purposefully close mine in defiance.

Smack. He spanks me hard, and I smile. I open my eyes as he continues to hammer into me.

He pulls my hair harder. “Do you see the ocean?” I see the water outside the window. I nod my head, at a loss for words.

“Now look at the reflection in the window, Cassandra. Do you see the screens behind us reflecting?”

For the first time since being in this position, I do notice that I can see the screens in the window’s reflection. “Do you see me fucking you on those videos? Do you see how good we look together?”

I breathe, “Yes.” We look amazing in the videos. We put the best porn stars to shame. We don’t look mismatched. We look like a perfect match. We both look happy and hungry. Hungry for each other. His face in those videos tells me everything I need to know about his feelings for me. My face in the videos isn’t much different.

“Bring Me to Life” starts playing on the speakers, my absolute favorite Evanescence song. Trevor is pounding into me at a perfectly relentless pace as I listen to the lyrics.

It speaks to how the man can possibly see her the way he does. How he found her when she thought she was a lost cause. How he made her see herself differently.

The words of this song have never meant more to me than they do at this moment.

I’m gripping the back of the chair. This is so much more than physical for me. For the first time in a long time, maybe ever, my emotions during sex are building too.

His grip on my hips is so tight, no doubt leaving marks, but nothing has ever felt better. I’m screaming his name as I feel tears roll down my cheeks. “Keep fucking me. Hard.” I close my eyes at the sensations I’m feeling.

Smack. He spanks me again. “Open those eyes, Cassandra. Watch the videos. I know you love to watch us.” Yes, I do.

I watch them as my orgasm builds at a feverish pace, feeling like it could crest at any moment. The rhythm is almost unhuman, but it feels so amazing. So perfect.

“Cassandra, I feel your trembling. Come with me.”

I let go, and we both scream loudly into our final release. As we do, I hear the final chorus of the song. How the man has saved her soul and brought her back from the dark side.

I put my head down. He has saved my soul and brought me back the dark side. I’m in love with him. I know I am. I swore I would never utter those words to a man again, and I’ve managed to live up to that promise for eighteen years.

I stopped believing in love, at least as it pertains to me. But here I am, completely in love with a man half my age.

I certainly don’t believe in marriage anymore, but I know Trevor does. I’m past child-bearing age, yet I’m in love with a man who wants and deserves children. Shit. What am I going to do?

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

HARLEY

Brody and I have been passing ships in the night this week, my first week back at work since Ellie was born. Our surgeries have been on completely different schedules. I miss him. I miss his touch.

He’s been in a surgery for the past nine hours. I wasn’t able to watch very much of it. I caught the last thirty minutes. I love watching him in surgery. He’s so good at what he does.

He exits the O.R. I’m standing there, leaning against the wall, waiting for him. He smiles at me. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

I immediately run my hands up his chest toward his neck. He lifts me up, wraps my legs around him, and kisses me. He feels good. He feels like home to me. I don’t know how I ever went without this. I can’t believe how close I came to losing it for good.

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