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I can’t seem to unsee her breasts, taut and perky. I can’t seem to push out the image of her glistening pussy.

I free my erection from my pants. My hand falls around the shaft of my cock and I start pumping aggressively.

I try to masturbate the images out of my head. But it has the opposite effect.

With each pump, I can feel her sliding slowly underneath my skin. Lodging herself within me. Refusing to budge.

23

Elyssa

One Day Later

It’s been almost twenty-four hours and I still haven’t told Charity what happened yesterday. Probably because I don’t even know how to explain it to myself.

“Why are you dressed like that?” she’d asked the moment I’d walked back into the room.

I’d stalled by reaching for Theo, who was wide awake and irritable. By the time I’d managed to quieten him down, the answer had formulated in my head.

And by “answer,” what I mean is “lie.”

“I… fell into the pool.”

“You did what?” she cackled. “C’mon, you’re messing with me.”

“I tripped, okay? It’s not a big deal.”

“You can’t swim,” Charity pointed out, as if I wasn’t aware of that fact.

“I fell into the shallow end,” I’d lied. It had come out so smoothly that I surprised even myself. “One of the maids gave me these.”

Charity asked me a couple more questions and dropped it. I’d never been more thankful. Putting what had happened between Phoenix and me into words was… impossible, to say the least. The twenty-four hours of overanalyzing that followed did not get me any closer to finding my sense of equilibrium.

“You okay?”

I glance up as Charity as she walks out of the bathroom. She’s got a towel tucked around her chest and another one wrapped around her hair like a fluffy turban.

I’m sitting cross-legged on the bed with Theo lying in front of me. His feet pedal in the air. “I’m fine.”

“Because you seem a little off.” She comes to the bed and sits on the edge, facing me. “Do you think that’s his shirt?” she asks abruptly, eyeing the t-shirt I’m still wearing from yesterday.

I never actually took it off. I glance down, pretending to be oblivious. “What do you mean?”

“Come on, Lys. It must be, right?” Charity asks. “It’s definitely big enough.”

“I have no clue.”

“Does it smell like him?”

“How would I know what he smells like?”

Charity gives me a mischievous grin. “‘Cause sometimes you look like you want to breathe him in. Like a giant chocolate cake.”

I roll my eyes, mostly to cover up the blush racing across my face. “Stop it, for the love of God, I’m begging you.”

“Did you speak to him at all yesterday?”

“No. I told you, he was dealing with Murray, and he ordered me to leave. So I did.”

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