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Don holds me in place, continuing to push into me until he’s wrung every last drop of my orgasm out of me.

When I’ve stilled, he angles me back into the same doggy-style position I was in before. He goes back to fucking into me hard and fast, taking everything he needs from me. I’m still flying so high from my own release that he could do anything he wanted to me right now, and I wouldn’t complain. My body is limp as a ragdoll.

I feel his hand give a firm smack to my ass before sliding up my back and fisting in my hair. He tugs on it enough to feel good but not enough to hurt me.

If any other man were to have tried this with me, I would have immediately put the brakes on. I would have felt uncomfortable and hated every second of it. But something about Don makes me feel safe. I know he wouldn’t hurt me. Maybe that sounds ridiculous, but my gut normally screams at me when something is wrong.

Now, it just screams how very, very right this is.

And for someone who has been a life-long hermit, I don’t know which is scarier.

Chapter Twenty-five

Don

“Hi, Jill,” I answer the video call from my sister.

“Hey, baby brother?”

“Are you ever going to stop calling me that? I’m close to a foot taller than you?”

“Exactly. It’s the only leverage I have over you anymore. Now, what are you doing?”

“Just got home from work and showered. Getting ready to head over to Abby’s.”

She gives me the biggest shit-eating grin I’ve ever seen. “Oh, yeah? And how’s that going?”

I roll my eyes and sigh. “I told her how I feel about her. We’ve been together ever since.”

“Yay!” Her cheering prompts Kaylee to come over to see what’s going on.

“Momma?” She asks.

“Sorry, sweetie. I’m just happy Uncle D finally got his head out of his ass.”

“Ass,” she says with a giggle.

Jill groans. “Paul is going to kill me. The other day, she heard me talking to my friend and picked up on a naughty word used for male genitals.”

She tells her daughter to go play before getting back to our conversation. “So, how are things going with Abby?”

I can’t help but smile. “Amazing.”

“Aw, look at you! You’re just so cute!”

“Yeah, yeah. Shut up, Jill. Did you need something? Because I need to get going.”

“Yes. I wanted to talk to you about Thanksgiving.”

“What about it?”

“Are you coming home?” She asks.

“I don’t know. I didn’t plan on it. I just got back to New York after my little impromptu trip.”

“Any chance I could change your mind?”

“Do you need me to come home?”

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