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The moment he touched my bare breast with his other hand, my eyes drifted closed. Thank God, he didn't tell me to open them again.
"Hmm, Holly. Does he bring you right to the edge?" He pulled his hand away suddenly.
That's a year's worth. Half of what Jolie pays.
That we were skin to skin was momentarily forgotten. Eventually, I whispered, "Why me?" "Hmm?" His fingertip traced the ridge of each of my cheekbones.
It was the same routine on Sunday. Chris was gone by morning, his bedding neatly folded on the ottoman.
Him, too. They wouldn't be having any sex for quite a while, if you catch my drift.