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Maybe I'd left some cash.
"Or this?" Strangled, gurgle-like sounds erupted from my throat as he continued with two fingers.
" He tipped my chin up.
You know, it was Pete who helped me get your mom and Christmas dinner to your place last year?" The tension in my body let up a bit. But I was still mad at him for telling me such a bald-faced lie.
And then the vibrator started up again. I'd heard the steady humming before I felt the plastic tip move along the outside of my pussy, but my body still jerked as though I'd been electrocuted.
And in short order. He rested one hand near my head.
It was the same routine on Sunday. Chris was gone by morning, his bedding neatly folded on the ottoman.
"What's going on behind those beautiful emerald eyes?" My cheeks burned, and I could only look as high as his single-dimpled mouth while my hands fumbled at opening the wrapper on my sandwich. This man had seen every part of me laid bare.