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I had no idea where we were in respect to time, but I was on the cusp of climax.

Holding me in place by my boobs, he pressed his chest against my back and continued his sexual advances, pounding himself into my memory bank one ferocious stroke at a time. Lost in the rhythmic sensation of his scrotum smacking against my clit, I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth.

My body tensed.

“I’m going to come,” I announced.

He continued the same predictable pace, not breaking his rhythm. I arched my back and opened my eyes wide.

He sank his teeth into the base of my neck. “Come, you sexy little bitch,” he muttered against my flesh. “Come.”

I was already on the brink. As with everything else he’d asked of me, I complied. I relaxed and closed my eyes. My everything began to tingle.

My pussy clenched his swollen shaft.

“Oh my God,” I wailed. “Keep going. Keep going. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

My entire body shuddered from the shock of his continued thrusts. Each one sent another surge of electricity from my scalp to my toes.

His cock swelled, bringing me to yet another orgasm. This one was much deeper and stronger, taking every bit of energy from me as it filled me with euphoric bliss.

“Holy fuuuuuck!” I bellowed.

When the orgasm subsided, I collapsed against the desk. I spent several moments collecting my thoughts. I aimlessly looked around the office. On the floor beside me, my panties were ruined. Beyond them, buttons were scattered about. Like seashells along the sandy beach, they peppered the floor of my office.

Resting his weight against my back was none other than Devin “Bone” Wallace, a man I deeply desired and, for some reason, yearned to satisfy.

“How’d I do?” I asked.

He slid his hand beneath my head and lifted it from the desk. He looked me in the eyes and smiled. “You did great,” he said. “I’m proud of you.”

He kissed me.

A warm feeling of accomplishment filled me. When our lips parted, I studied his face. I knew very little about him, but I knew one thing, and I knew it for sure.

Quitting him wasn’t going to come easily.

Chapter Thirteen

Devin

We sat across from one another at a restaurant’s outdoor seating area, half a block off the Tamiami Trail. With covered outdoor seating as the only option, I was reluctant to agree to the order-at-the-window diner. Much to my surprise, the food at the Lake Park Diner was remarkable.

Teddi hadn’t changed, but my perception of her did. Following sex with most women, I wanted to disappear. With Teddi, it was the opposite. I couldn’t get enough of her. “I like your hair up. It looks nice.”

“Thank you. I’ll wear it up more often.”

“Keep doing what you’re doing,” I said. “I like how you change it up. It always looks nice. Up, down, that thing you do when the sides are pulled up and the rest is down. I like ’em all.”

She touched her bun with her flattened hand. “Thank you.”

She studied her sandwich, trying to figure out which end she was going to attack it from. I found it interesting that I perceived her differently now that we were officially “dating.” When we first met, I saw her as an attractive woman who had an abrasive—and often rude—personality. Now, I saw her as an attractive woman who was merely trying to protect herself from being harmed emotionally.

The two were worlds apart.

She bit the corner of her sandwich and then took another immediate bite. She looked like an alligator devouring a duck. “This is so freaking good.”

A piece of fried chicken protruded from between the slices of toasted bread. I nodded toward it.