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“Now you’re doing too much talking,” he said.

He found a condom in a drawer and covered himself fast, then dove on the bed and entered her swiftly, his mouth crushing hers again.

She tasted herself on his lips. She’d never done that before either. Never wanted to.

Now, she didn’t care about anything other than pushing her hips up into his again and again.

He was determined to slam her hips back to the bed and the two of them had a mating dance going on like never before.

There was a building inside of her body. A cresting she’d never had happen after she’d come once. She should have figured if anyone could do this to her body, it’d be the one man she kept at arm’s length for years.

Her head went back on the bed, her nails were scratching into the muscles on his shoulders and she felt her body almost split into two with the pleasure she was feeling.

Gabe only moved faster until he let out a few grunts and collapsed on top of her.

He was breathing heavily in her ears. Her breath probably matched his.

Then he moved and flopped next to her on the bed, the two of them looking up at the ceiling.

Thoughts flooded her brain and the regret quickly followed.

What the hell did she just do?Again.

She’d let the anger she felt for her mother dictate her actions.

She got up and grabbed her clothes and walked into his bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

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PLAY THE MARTYR

Gabe knew the minute Elise stood up without a word the wonderful experience they’d just shared was going to change quickly and he had to be fast on his feet.

If he was a stronger man he would have tried to talk her out of what they just did and not let his dick guide his decisions.

He should have realized something was going on with her, but he hadn’t. He was just so thrilled she came to him.

He got up quickly, took care of the condom and looked around his room which was a mess.

Shit. He couldn’t even remember the last time he washed his sheets. A few weeks maybe?

Nothing he could do about it now as he got dressed.

She opened the door from his bathroom to his room. He hoped it wasn’t as bad in there but honestly couldn’t remember. He did clean it on the weekends. It was only Tuesday, so it couldn’t be that bad in just a few days.

“This was a mistake,” were the first words out of her mouth.

“Don’t do this again,” he said.

He knew right away it was probably the wrong choice of words, but he was desperate.

He found his shirt on the floor and pulled it on, his jeans were on but not fastened.

“I’m sorry. I’m a shitty horrible person for what I just did.”

He didn’t know what she was talking about.

“Why?” he said. “You wanted something and so did I. We’ve been dating each other for weeks. There is nothing to feel horrible about.”

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