No, he’d eviscerated the line. Thrown gasoline on it, lit a match, and set it on fire. But Lennox didn’t fucking care, because the fire was inside him now. Burning so hot it had reduced his normally good judgment to ashes. He didn’t remember walking out of the rec hall. Or walking to the building where he and Jamie were crashing. Or walking upstairs. And into their sleeping quarters. Apparently there’d been a lot of walking involved, but he didn’t remember taking a single goddamn step. Yet here they were, alone in his room, with Jamie’s dress on the floor. He’d fantasized about this moment for years. Jerked off to it on many a cold, lonely night. But none of the dirty scenarios his mind had conjured up in the past held a candle to the real thing. Jamie’s naked body stretched on the bed, her golden hair fanned out on the pillows, her pussy glistening. “I can’t believe I waited this long.”
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