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Grinning, I redouble my efforts, lick and fuck, stroke and bite, and it doesn’t take long before her pussy convulses around my fingers, her hips grind faster against my mouth, her moans grow louder and more frequently until…

Her pussy grows even slicker.

Her body goes taut.

And…she comes apart.

“Oh, my God!” she cries, neck arched, eyes closed, legs tight around my shoulders, that wet cunt of hers spasming around my fingers. “Oh, my fuckingGod.”

I coax her down gently even though my cock is about to break in half. Because I want this to be good for her, want this to be the best fucking ever.

Because as the day goes on, I want her to remember it was me who brought her pleasure, me who made her feel good.

I want her to rememberme.

To let me back in.

Allthe way in.

Speaking of which…

“Aiden,” she moans softly, eyes slitting open, those gray irises hazy and drunk on pleasure. “I need you.” She reaches for me, tugging at my shoulders. “I need you inside me.”

Yes.

Fuck, yes.

I need that too.

I stretch for my nightstand, tug open the drawer, searching for a condom, thinking about how I’m going to finally get to thrust into the tight, slick heat when…

I hear it.

No. Fuck no.

I freeze, fingers wrapped around the plastic-covered square.

“What?” Luna asks, eyes half mast, legs spreading an inch wider.

Showing me all that I could have?—

If only things were different.

Because then I hear it again. The scrape of metal against metal.

With growing horror, I swivel my head toward the open door of my bedroom.

More noises.

The sound of a key in a lock. The squeak of the condo’s door being pushed open.

Then a voice.

Mymother’svoice echoing down the hall.

“Happy Birthday, honey!”

Eight

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