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I felt her walls tighten. And the grip on my back tightened.

Raising her second leg to my hips, I doubled my pace. Feeling my own orgasm build up.

Before long, she came apart in my arms. Her body shook as her warmth drenched the top of my length. I quickly pulled out of her just in time to spill my seed all over her thighs.

Fuck.

Chapter Thirteen

Renee

Wasn’t it convenient that Damien’s birthday fell on the weekend? Well, I felt it was.

For some reason, I couldn’t get the date out of my head after Sarah had informed me.

Now, oddly, I couldn’t stop the little excitement that crept into my heart.

My boss was insufferable. Cold. Annoying.

Mostly, a pain in my butt.

But I felt the urge to go all out for him on his special day. Maybe it had something to do with the conversation I had with Sarah the other day. Or with the way he rail-

Yes, I cut myself off. The conversation was definitely the driving force of my enthusiasm to pull off the perfect birthday. Nothing more.

Sarah had shown me a glimpse of what his past was like. No one was supposed to suffer like that. It was only understandable that he withdrew from everyone.

Anyone in his shoes would have done the same.

Regardless, I had started compiling a shopping list—the previous night. A little something to make him see the brighter side of life.

As my fake fiancé, it was the least I could do for him, right? It was a simple, harmless gesture of kindness.

Since when do you care about being kind to your boss, Renee?

I ignored the unsolicited voice. Celebrating birthdays had always been a great idea. Nothing could go wrong.

Bringing my eyes from the sunny weather, I breathed. It was a perfect day to pull off what I had in mind. It was also a day to rest.

Yet, I had stayed up all night. Thinking my head off. Which resulted in me waking up later than I had planned.

Wrapping my towel around my body, I picked up the list—again. I had gone through it countless times. But you never can be too sure.

Pressing my tongue to the roof of my mouth, I scanned the documented list.

A crystal vase. Cake. Some candles. Ribbons. And his favourite meal—Spaghetti and meatballs.

Odd, right? Yeah, I had thought so too. It made its way to the scanty list regardless.

Wine came next. Followed by some country music—which also appeared to be his favourite. Then lastly, a gift.

A gift was paramount for someone like him. Sarah had also mentioned how it wasn’t farfetched that Damien had not celebrated his birthday in the last seven years. She wasn’t sure, but having grown up with him, she was sure it wasn’t far from the truth.

Seven years was a long time. A very long time to be alone.

Which brought me to my fears. Admittedly I was excited, but I still had my doubts. What if it all doesn’t go-

No.

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