The Surrogate Virgin
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I didn’t want to.
His bedroom door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly I was on his bed, beneath him, hair fanned out across the pillows.
He paused, forehead resting against mine.
“I need to ask you something,” he whispered.
“Okay.”
“Are you sure?”
I looked up at him.
“I’m a virgin,” I said. “But I’m not afraid of you.”
His hands shook slightly as he touched my cheek. “You don’t have to prove anything.”
“I’m not trying to,” I whispered. “I just… want you. Not because of the contract. Not because of the baby. Just you.”
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