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My lover pulled on his pants and opened my bedroom door to reveal Jolie wearing her coat. Her voice barely reached my ears, and her eyes darted once over Chris's shoulder.
There were no words that seemed to satisfy what needed to be said. I was standing in an alternate reality.
With my whole hand wrapped around him now, I stroked harder. "Fuck, Holly," he panted.
"Cad," I barely breathed, a mixture of annoyance and arousal warring inside. Chris leaned down and captured one straining nipple in his mouth-evidence of which side was winning.
I moaned and pressed my forearms on his thighs to keep him from thrusting any deeper. With my whole hand wrapped around him now, I stroked harder.
Dreaded that knowing the truth could lead to finding out he'd want more from me than I was willing to give. Able to give.
And now, their half-naked bodies were rolling all over the plush, suede cushions, the pillows discarded over the back of the couch and scattered on the floor.
Now that's a new one.