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Sequestration of Indecency   

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Chapter 68: Sequestration of Indecency

The metallic screech of the trailer door being wrenched open tore through the humid, sex-sated silence. It wasn’t a knock. It was an invasion.

Olivia’s eyes flew open, the last shudder of her climax with Jake still trembling through her thighs, freezing instantly into petrifying dread. Jake jerked up from where he lay nestled against her back, his naked body a warm, solid weight suddenly gone tense. The dim, golden lamp-light, which had painted their sweat-slicked skin in intimate shadows, now felt like a damning spotlight.

Only minutes before, they had been a tangle of limbs and whispered intensity on the narrow couch. After their initial coupling on the plywood table, the need had not abated; it had deepened, turned slower and more exploratory. Jake had rolled them to the floor, the thin commercial carpet rough against Olivia’s back. He had knelt over her, bracing himself on powerful arms, and taken her with a slow, grinding rhythm that had
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