Page 118 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

My hand never leaves my mouth, drowning out my moans as my eyes roll back, my knees quaking as I picture Kane lifting me up by my waist and working his cock inside me.

This is wrong.

So damn wrong.

But I come all the same.

* * *

It was a onetime thing.

That’s what I’ve been telling myself since I snuck down the hall into my bedroom a half hour ago.

Shame replaced my orgasm from the moment it drained from my body.

To the point where I wondered if I should take a shower to wash the remorse off my skin. I can’t believe I touched myself while thinking of Kane. But mostly, I can’t believe how hard I came while doing it.

My sudden lack of interest for any guy other than him should’ve tipped me off. I should’ve known he’d done a number on me.

My phone lights up on my nightstand before I can scold myself some more.

It’s a message from the same unknown number. I add Kane’s number into my contacts.

Kane

You going to see him again?

I don’t allow myself to text him back, resting my phone on my bed.

Problem is, the fucker is persistent.

He double texts me right away.

Kane

Don’t ignore me, baby. Hurts my feelings

Hadley

Fuck off.

His answer comes immediately.

Kane

Come on, Hadley. I already know the answer. I just want to hear it from you.

Hadley

Hear what?

Kane

That you’re not going to see him again.

I have to force myself to put the phone down.

Stop answering him.

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