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I kepthis reaction The slight parting of his lips The furrowing of his brow The fall of his lashes

"Dutch," he said in his sainst what he was about to do His jaw locked together as his clis onto the vanity and pushed intohi me with each thrust, with each powerful stroke

And with each stroke, the current insidea need so deep, so visceral, it devoured every inch of ered in the distance rushed forward to pool betweeninto his wrist, suddenly re he didn’t want to be there Not with me Not after what I’d done "Reyes, wait"

I felt it the h his body, and in an instant an explosion burst and shot through ainstecstasy

And then the world caremnants of a scream echoed in the room, and I knew instantly it was my own reaction to the climax I forced myself to pause, to catch my breath, to unclench my fists from around the coffee cup that had emptied its contents in my lap Luckily, there wasn’t much left I put the cup on a side table, then I fell back onto the sofa and threw an ar throughry and seductive

I glanced at the clock again The last time I’d looked, it really did say 3:35 Now it said 3:38 Three o

With an exhausted sigh, I realized it was my own fault I’d letme pay for what I’d done He’d always been able to leave his body, to become incorporeal and wreak all kinds of havoc on humanity Not that he actually wreaked havoc, but he could’ve had he wanted to Noas stuck in his body A minor indiscretion if you asked me, and when I bound hi my dreaot so-of-war Now, I close my eyes for a second and he’s there in theat it like rabbits on a bunny far lay in the fact that he really was pissed as hell at ry, consue, and yet oh so passionate, like he couldn’t help hih hier in his veins I couldn’t exactly control myself either, so I kne he felt

But I’d su up? Like that time I was four and I was almost kidnapped by a convicted child molester? I didn’t even knohat he was I’d been scared of him

Just then, I heard my front door crash open and decided it was tiood on the outside

"What? Where are you?" I heard hted as my receptionist and best friend say as she stumbled into my apartment Cookie’s short black hair stuck out in all kinds of socially unacceptable directions And she rinkled pajaht around her robustred socks that bunched around her ankles She was such a challenge

"I’’s okay"

"But you screamed" Alarmed, she scanned the area

"We really need to soundproof these walls" She lived right across the hall and could apparently hear a feather drop ina moment to catch her breath, she leveled a cold stare at et called that a lot," I said, padding toward the bathroom, "but Charley Damn It’s not really my name"

She stepped toward my bookcase and braced herself with one hand while the other tried to still her beating heart Then she glared It was funny Just as she opened her , she noticed the plethora of eain It was still funny