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“Yeah,” I whisper into the darkness.

Silence.

“We can’t keep doing this,” I dare to say, my voice barely a whisper.

“I know,” he murmurs into my hair.

“Then why do you keep coming back?”

“I don’t know.”

God damn him.

His lips roam over my forehead and my heart skips a beat as he lowers down, over my nose and cheeks, until his mouth is on mine. His kiss is soft and filled with need as he parts my lips with his tongue and deepens it. I can’t help it, I melt into him and kiss him back with every emotion I’ve got, until we’re both clinging to each other, completely engulfed in this moment.

Pulling back, his growl fills the dark night. “I fuckin’ want you.”

I don’t know if he means right now or ... all the time.

“I know,” I breathe.

“Do you want me?”

“I don’t know,” I answer.

A low chuckle in the dark.

A smile spreads across my face.

“Mex?”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck me slow tonight – everything hurts.”

A hiss.

But he obliges.

Oh, does he oblige.

He fucks me slow and deep that night, his cock filling me in ways I’ve never been filled, his hands roaming every part of my body, his mouth tracing every part of my skin. Our bodies move together in a way that feels as if we’ve been made for each other, and I can’t help but let my heart crack wide open when he’s inside me. Everything I try to hold back is rushing out. He is so incredibly gentle with me.

I’m falling for him.

I’m falling for a man I can never have.

Because if he knew who I was, who I really was, he would never want me in return.

The truth would break him, and I know it.

Maybe it’s time he knew it, because it seems to be the only way I’ll ever free myself of this.

And him.

Mostly him.

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