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Chapter One

Amy

I wish it were my mouth, the man’s voice said, so faint I could barely understand

I was sitting on the train, taking the T from Porter Square to South Station on the Red Line, a day of fun in Caround, the train lit up by blinking fluorescent lights, and the ru steel tracks ain, ato find the cliet caught, it would be"

"Caught?" She panicked--

This time, the voice was louder andtinny Robotic An older, friendly-looking woled Where the hell was this co from? I looked across the way to see my reflection in the train car , the sa back Cultivated, half-lidded stare for city walking Rua pants and a v-neck t-shirt My bag, filled with my wallet, some cosmetics, and--

My eReader tablet

"Not yet, iven you this pleasure, and you’ve given ers stroked her--

"My, oh, an to fan herself with a piece of paper "So

The voice grew louder

Very loud

lips and tongue tasting her as he drove two fingers inside her aching pussy, clit on fire fro on?

Snorts and hoots filled the train car as every single set of eyes--including the dog’s--were on irl?" asked some old man five seats away

"I--what? No, I don’t knohat that is," I protested, frantically pawing throughhot and stea voice with an unplaceable accent My head tilted up to follow the sound as my hands searched for the tablet, buried under a bunch of new student orientation notices fro--" I locked eyes with a woreen eyes, and eyebrows that twitched with a into her fro she didn’t need to hear twice

Mouth open, neck straining, she ainst his fingers, her thighs shaking as she lost control

Except she was right The last thing I’d read on my tablet had been a very hot romance novel, which left off with the hero and heroine trapped in a broken elevator (doesn’t every romance novel have to have at least one scene like that?), and the words were faood!" called a guy across the rists covered with tats, a leering smile on his face

Found it! The tablet alers fu forth unbidden:

Matt turned her around, thumb steady as it circled her hot, red nub, and he took her mouth with his, her lips tense with clies of heat, then chill, of riding his hand to wring every drop of ecstasy

The blonde woman with the accent and the crazy hair started to clap A bunch of people joined her I hate you, I thought The train came to a halt at Harvard Square and I reflexively stood and darted through the pneu its passionless robotic narrative, the crowd hooting and laughing hysterically So pics

Dear God, please do not let this be some Facebook viral story

the intensity so ain fro her lower lip between his teeth, sucking, then using his tongue to explore her teeth, her palate, herloved by his

Damn it! Where was the OFF button? This was a new tablet and in ot how to shut it off

"You readin’ Fifty Shades?" She’d followed me? The voice was so distinct for Boston that I didn’t even need to look up Evil Blonde Subway Torture Ringleader was staring down at round in front of a wall covered with ads for movies, music, and other performances

Skirt around her hips, he used both hands to pin her ass to hi in his pal labored and sensual, his own breath