Connor I blinked once. Then I blinked again. The words hung there between us in the quiet kitchen like they didn’t belong to the same night we had just lived through. My cock was still half-hard in her hand, twitching hard at the sudden flash of what it would feel like to take her right there—her back against the counter, legs wrapped around me, my cock buried deep while she made those sounds she had been holding back all night. The image hit so fast and so clear that my hips almost jerked forward on their own. I shook my head hard, shoved the vision away, and gently pulled her hand off me. I tucked myself back into my shorts, zipped up, and tried to get my breathing under control.“I shouldn’t have let you do this in the first place,” I said. My voice came out rough. “I’m sorry.”Claire looked at me like I had just spoken another language. Her eyebrows pulled together and she tilted her head a little, still standing close enough that I could feel the heat coming off her body. “Wh
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