Chapter twelve

(Leviathan POV)

What am I going to do? I can feel her hands sliding down my stomach and getting dangerously close to my cock. Before this weekend I would have already have her bending over my desk having my way with her. I’d have her screaming my name in no time, but now that it is different, and I need to put a stop to this even though a part of me really wants this. I need to think of Adria and how she would feel if I went through with this, and just then it was as if someone throw a bucket of ice water onto my pants. I pushed her hands away from my pants, and I can feel that she was confused.

“What’s wrong Levi? Did I forget something, because I do have the condom and I be more than happy to put it on for you.”

“No!”

“No? When did you ever say no to having sex Levi?”

“I’m married now Racquel.”

“When did this happen? Last we were together you couldn’t even keep your hands off of me, and now you’re married to probable some ugly whore who don’t deserve you like me.”

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