She’d been with him several times to the gym and to the clinic, but this was her first trip to the apartment where she would see his belongings and get a better idea of who he was and what made him tick. She had no idea why she was such a ball of nerves. Liar. Her pussy still protested the way it had been cut off without getting the relief she craved for the second time in just a few short hours. A woman could only take so much. And if she was honest, it had happened more than a few times in the last several days. And jeans were not the best choice she’d ever made. The seam was tight against her lower lips, separating them and driving her to distraction. Damn this man who drove along cool as a cucumber as if nothing remotely different filled the air between them. He probably jerked off in the shower, leaving her high and dry while she made coffee with shaky fingers. It wasn’t as if she could have dropped the towel, climbed onto the bed, and put her vibrator to use while he showered.
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