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“Mmm.” She kept her eyes closed. “So good.” Christ. I was going to hear that in my dreams and wake up harder than ever. I poured more into her glass, set it on the coffee table by the couch, and took a seat in the chair next to it.
“A bourbon is never shot. It’s savored.” “And never saved,” I finished. “Meant to be enjoyed with friends and family.”
She was my very own ray of sunshine cresting the mountains in the morning.
“Oh, Myles—I’ve been dreaming about doing so many naughty things to you. Shut up, and let me suck you off.”
“Are you relaxed now, Mr. Foster?” That “Mr. Foster” splashed a few drops of cold water on my face, but it wasn’t enough reality to make me regret anything. “When my cum is still on your tongue, you can call me Myles.”
“Myles, you were more than a foster to me. You were a lifeline.” She cupped my cheek.
kids. Yet I’d been ready to forget that when I’d thought of her belly growing round with my kid.
“Judging from the humidity, might even storm.”
“I crave the way you come, Wynn.” The force of his thrusts grew. “I fucking love the way you taste. I could have you every night.”
You think you’re hurting yourself to spare others, but you’re wrong. Everyone loses, but not all of us are as good at walling off our emotions.
“I knew from the moment I saw you in the parking lot of Foster House, you’d be the end of me.” I brushed a hand down her cheek. “I didn’t know it’d be in the best way possible.”
