We lie there for another minute, just kissing and touching before he carefully eases out. There’s no blood, but I’m definitely going to be a little sore tomorrow. Not in a bad way, though. Chase rolls off the bed and grabs his joggers from the floor. For a moment I’m horrified. Until he grabs my keycard from my desk. “I’m going to get you a warm damp cloth. I’ll be right back.” He disappears into the hall. I lie there trying to decide if I feel different. Maybe a little. Now I know what all the fuss is about, and I have some actual experience to go with the sexy stuff I write and have only
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