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Take it.

I step closer. I cup her soft, hot cheek with my right hand and lean down, wanting very much to taste her lips.

“Why are you embarrassed, Gwenna?” I stroke her hair. “You’ve been kind. Compassionate. You’re a good person. And beautiful.” I stroke her cheek. “You know that, right? You’re pretty. You’d make any man hard.” I stroke her lip. I kiss it gently, licking at the left side of her mouth. She trembles, and I take her hand. I drag it down, cupping my hardness. “Feel that?” I rub her hand over my bulge and feel my knees weaken. My voice is rough. “That’s all for you.”

“Then why be mean?” Her eyes are dark pools. “Why are you taunting me? Come to my room, Barrett. If we both want to…”

She rubs my cock. I swallow back a groan.

“I want you,” she whispers. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone this much. Not just your body.” Her hand caresses my erection, curving from my head down to my balls. She trails a finger over them and I moan. Then she presses her body against mine, wrapping her arm around my waist, pressing her cheek against my chest. “Barrett, please…”

“Oh, Gwen.” Her fingers encircle the swollen head of me. I thrust lightly against her. “That’s…such a bad idea.” She rubs me, all the while, looking up at my face. “I can’t tell you…what a bad idea it is…for you.” I grab her wrist and try to fill my lungs with air. “Listen to me. Let go…and I’ll go.” Her hand sifts around my balls, playing lightly through my jeans. They draw up instantly, aching so much I start to shake. I can’t help groaning as her other hand grabs my head and thumbs the rim.

I step away from her. My legs are shaking.

“What’s wrong? I won’t believe that you don’t want it.” She backs me into the wall and when she gets me there, she kisses the inside of my elbow, where I taught her to strike. I lace my left hand through her hair.

She finds my nipple and she nips it through my shirt.

“Barrett…am I safe with you?”

My heart stops. My blood whooshes in my head, making the room around her tilt.

“Don’t think, just answer. Barrett—would you hurt me?”

She bites my nipple, and I hiss.

“Would you hurt me on purpose?”

Her hand unbuttons my pants and delves inside, right past the elastic of my boxer-briefs, not stopping until her hand is wrapped around my dick. I can’t help myself: I rub against her soft hand.

“No. You wouldn’t.”

“No,” I groan. She starts to stroke me.

“I don’t care about the rest. Look at me.” I do—for just a second—till my eyes shut. “Barrett—I don’t care. Come with me to my room and let me make you feel good. Let me make you sleep. Unless you don’t want me. Do you want me?”

“Yes,” I moan, putting a hand over her hand. “But when I take you—” My jaw clenches. I’m so hard I can’t think straight. “I don’t know if I can… Fuck.” I groan again as she encircles my head, feathering her fingertips over the rim, then tightening her grip as she strokes firmly down.

“Don’t worry. You’re all good.” And with that terrible untruth, Gwenna leads me toward her room.

THREE

BARRETT

“Why do you think…I can’t sleep?” I manage as we walk through her dark office. I clutch her arm as her hand moves between my legs. “What do you think…I remember?” My voice is hoarse with all my secrets.

Her hand squeezes my shaft. “It doesn’t matter, Barrett. Don’t push me away.” Her free hand lifts my shirt, glides down my abs, and joins the one that’s stroking me inside my boxer-briefs. I groan as she starts to work me with both hands, one pumping up and down my shaft, the other gently tugging on my sac.

“Fuck, Gwen— Ohh.” My balls draw up and I can feel my cockhead leaking. “You keep that up…” I pant in warning. She pauses in mid-stroke to kiss my bicep, then resumes her stroking, her hand squeezing tighter, stroking faster.

She knows just how I like it…on my dick. I try to catch my breath and find I can’t. Her hand…

Gwenna’s voice cuts through my heavy breathing. “That’s right, baby. Come in my hand.” She jerks my cock just right, making my hips tremble and my balls tighten. She fondles me there, lifting up and stroking just behind them.

“Fucking hell…”

Bliss billows through me, hot and potent. I thrust against her hands because I can’t help it. I need…

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