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She holds herself as I almost break her hips open with my thrusts, and when she starts to shudder like she lost her mind, I increase my pace.

Soon after, everything becomes a blur. The sweaty woman in my hands, the pleasure darkening my mind, the power I bestow on her. I fear for her, but she survives as we cross the finish line like an atomic blast.

SCARLETT

Later

“I’ll see you,”he says before placing a kiss on my cheek and leaving me in front of my door.

A smile that pulls me toward him with more force than anything else we’ve done tonight tugs at his lips.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the lights coming on in Mrs. Eisenhower’s living room.

Please, not her.

Not now.

What time is it?

It’s probably close to four.

In the morning.

I can’t believe this woman.

A tinge of irritation makes me whip my head to her house, hating that I have to waste precious moments checking on her when I want to watch the handsome man casually pulling away from me.

By the time I look at him again, he’s on the other side of his truck and climbs in.

My stare is fixed on his dark silhouette as he turns the headlights on and brings the engine back to life.

Tilting his chin slightly, he sets his ride in motion, and soon after, I stare at the back of his car.

The lights die out in Mrs. Eisenhower’s home.

“That’s what I thought,” I mumble under my breath.

She can be such a dick. But I knew that.

She only turned her lights on because she wanted me to know she was up when Ewan dropped me off.

Sighing, I turn around, fumble with my key for a few moments, and eventually unlock the door and walk in.

Thick silence greets me in the house.

I lock the door, take my boots off, drop off my backpack stuffed with my clothes, my tattered dance costume, and a bag full of cash, and go straight to the bathroom.

As the warm water rolls over my body, I finally realize how intense these past few hours have been.

How intense he is.

Appearances can be misleading.

And it’s not because I didn’t think he’d be wild.

I knew he was wild since I felt his hard shaft pressing into my ass that first night.

Since he told me I could blow him. I knew he wasn’t the gentleman he wanted me to believe he was.

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