Chapter 20

Then, he closed his eyes and leaned back as he ran his fingers through his hair, as if torn between what was right and what he wanted. He bent down and French kissed me, allowing me to taste my own juices on his lips. Then, he pulled back, breathless. “Not tonight. Don’t get up. I’ll get you a towel.”

He hurried down the hallway toward the bathroom, and I already felt his absence. He was back a moment later and ran a warm, wet rag between my legs, and then dried me off with a towel. “Stand up a minute.”

I did as he asked and he lay down on the couch toward the back, still shirtless, but with his jeans still on. “Come here.”

I lay down beside him on the couch. He easily turned my body around so that he was spooning me from behind, and then pulled the blanket over his both.

I could feel his rock-hard erection through his jeans resting between my ass cheeks as he cupped my breast with his hand.

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