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“You won’t need those either,” she says, pulling at the waistband of my shorts.

“Whatever my lady wants,” I say, stripping out of not just my shorts, but my t-shirt as well. She does the same, and soon, she’s naked while I’m holding her in my arms.

My dick hardens as I stroke right below her navel. I move lower, and spread her lips apart, and just like the last two times, she’s hot, wet, and ready. She puts both hands on my chest and pushes me onto my back, but she doesn’t straddle me like before. She kisses her way down my body and slowly licks the tip of my dick. She teases me mercilessly, and when I don’t think I can take it anymore, she surprises me by taking my entire cock into her mouth.

“Damn,” I say as I look at her bob her head up and down on my cock. I get even harder and feel a tingle at the base of my spine, so I pull out of her mouth.

I don’t give her any time to question me as I flip her on her back, quickly getting on top of her.

“I need to have you, Miranda,” I say as I look at her in the eyes.

“Have me, Nick.”

“I want you with no condom. I saw you take the pill, and I’m clean. You’re the first woman I’ve been with in about a year.”

“I’m clean too.”

Relieved, I slide inside with no barrier and almost come just at the first sensation.

“I knew you’d feel good. And taste good,” I say as I suck on the base of her collarbone.

CHAPTER 10

MIRANDA

The morning light brings the full realization of what I’ve done. I reach over and feel the empty space next to me. I finally look at the clock when I notice that the shower in the bathroom next door is running.

“Shit!” After letting my mother’s boss fuck me in his bed, with no condom the last time, I fell asleep and slept for seven hours straight. Still groggy from both the sex and sleep, I sit up in the bed as I come to grips with the events of last night.

I’ve slept with a man I just met. Not just any man, but the one my mother works for. What if he does this kind of thing all the time? What if I’m just a notch on his belt, and he gets some kind of thrill out of sleeping with young women?

This house is barely furnished. What if this isn’t even where he lives, but where he brings his conquests?

“Smart, Miranda. Really fucking smart.” Having no time for a pity party, I run around the room picking up my discarded clothes. After dressing, I look at the messy bed and decide to fix it. I smooth out the crisp white sheets, noting a spot in the middle of the bed, bringing back the memories of our joined bodies just a few hours ago.

My cheeks flush at the thought. I close my eyes briefly and remember every kiss, every touch, every damn sensation. When I hear the water shut off, I put the heavy comforter down and smooth it as much as possible.

Nick walks out of the bathroom, a pillow of white mist behind him before he shuts the door.

“Good morning,” he says, crossing the room and kissing me on the lips.

“Good morning,” I say, avoiding eye contact as I find my socks.

“I was thinking we could go out for breakfast. I’d cook, but I forgot to get breakfast food when I was at the store yesterday.” He walks into his closet and picks out another white button-down shirt and a pair of gray slacks.

“I can’t,” I say quickly. “I have to be at work at ten, and I need to go home to shower and change. I’ll grab something when I get home, so don’t worry about it. I’m not even hungry right now.”

“I left a toothbrush for you in the bathroom if you want to freshen up.”

“Thank you,” I say wondering how many extra toothbrushes he has.

“Are you sure you don’t want breakfast? I can have something delivered,” he says a few minutes later when I emerge out of the bathroom.

“I can’t. I have to get home.”

He nods, and after putting socks on his feet, he takes my hand and we walk down the stairs together. We’re both quiet as I put on my boots, coat, and hat. He walks me to my car, and after kissing me in the middle of his driveway, he opens the car door for me.

“What time do you get off work?”

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