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Love was for fools and he couldn’t deny it anymore, he was a fucking fool. He had fallen in love with a girl who was way too young for him, but he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to, and he knew it was selfish.

That was why he didn’t wear a condom, why he filled her tight hot cunt every single chance he had. He wanted to play with her pretty asshole, to fill that hole, so that he had claimed every virginity Clara had. There was not a part of her he didn’t want to own for himself.

Pulling out of her pussy, he gripped her hips, and slammed in hard. He loved seeing his cock covered in her arousal. He had already brought her to an orgasm, and she had no choice but to bite her lip to keep the sounds quiet.

Fucking her hard and fast, he knew he was close. When it came to Clara, his release was never far away, and he thrust in deep, spilling his cum inside her womb. He hoped it took. He really fucking did, because he didn’t have a clue how to keep her, and to stop her from pulling away from him.

Chapter Nine

Clara loved Grayson. There was no doubt in her mind.

But she also grew increasingly more aware how things could never work between them, and it broke her heart. April was back which meant they were living a lie. And Clara felt out of place in his home, like she was a dirty little secret.

It terrified her how much she wanted to be with Grayson because it would only make things harder when they went their separate ways. He was so much older and set in his ways. Everything in his home was built on his memories, memories of raising April, and memories with his ex-wife even if they were negative. Nothing had Clara’s stamp on it. She felt like an outsider, a home-wrecker. And it was tearing her apart more and more each day.

She started to feel like Grayson’s bought-and-paid-for sex toy. That’s all she’d ever be because April had been home for weeks and all they’d done was sneak around. He had no intention of revealing their relationship—if that’s what they could even call it.

“Thanks for helping me pack. I had no idea I had that much random junk,” April said.

They sat on the front steps as the last of the boxes were loaded onto the moving truck. April had her own apartment in a different city, a new job thanks to connections from her father, and was starting her own life after college.

“You’ve done it,” Clara said. “I’m proud of you.”

“It won’t be the same. I mean, I won’t be having steak for dinner when I’m buying my own groceries.” She laughed. “But I didn’t plan to live with my dad for the rest of my life. I’ll survive.”

“You’ll do great. I just wish you weren’t moving so far away.”

Her friend stared at her. “What’s going on with you?” April asked. “You’ve been so distant lately. Are you worried about graduation?”

Normally she would be. Next month she’d be done with college, and finals were upon her. But it was the last thing on her mind. How could she tell April? Should she even say anything if things weren’t going to last between her and Grayson? Regardless, she wouldn’t ruin April’s happy day.

“A bit. I’ll be fine, though. You know how anal I get with my studies.”

“Once I’m settled, you have to come by,” April said. “Don’t show up unexpectedly, though. I may just have a date coming over next weekend.”

“A date?”

April shrugged with a sly smile. “This one’s a keeper.”

“April…”

“Give me a hug. I’ve got to follow the truck.”

She whispered in her friend’s ear. “I love you no matter what.” And she hoped her friend felt the same way about her.

Clara stayed to watch the moving truck and her friend’s car drive off down the street. It was only when she heard a noise behind her that she realized she’d zoned out, staring off into nothing.

“We have the place to ourselves.”

His rich voice soothed her, a moment of excitement quickly smothered by her growing fears.

“I have to study for final exams. I should probably head out.” She stood up off the stoop and attempted to get by him to get her purse inside.

He wouldn’t let her pass.

“Why are you rushing off?”

“Did you want to have sex first?” she asked, ensuring her words sounded as cold as they made her feel.

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