Once she’s panting and lying beside me, I reluctantly drag my fingers from her heat and press my lips to her forehead. “I’ll never forget how pretty you look coming around my fingers. I’m going to get off so many times picturing you begging for more.” “Not sure if future me should feel violated or flattered.” She closes her eyes as her lips twist up. Laughing, I press a kiss to those lips. “Definitely flattered. There’s only ever been one other woman—” Her eyes pop open. “Who?” “Hermione Granger,” I answer, intrigued by the interest. She pulls a pillow from her bed, covers her face, and laughs
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