“Poor girl,” he told himself, the thought immediately followed by the lewd image he had captured of her. “She was so eager for a job she didn’t even need. We would have been married by now."His mind retraced every step of that day - the kitchen, the treadmill, the moment he’d told her to change into the apron. A wave of self-recrimination washed over him. “I deceived her.” But just as quickly, the justification rose, a shield against the guilt. “I did it because I love her.”He remembered the sound she made - a sharp, involuntary moan when he touched her. “But she loved it,” he insisted, defending himself to an invisible jury. “She was the one who encouraged me. She didn’t even want me to stop.”Now, prosecuting and defending himself in the same breath, he felt the familiar heat of arousal, a phantom echo of the desire on the treadmill. Closing his eyes pulled him deeper into the fantasy; he was there again, and Valerie was standing at the door. In his mind, he was with her again, h
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