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He noticed, of course. With his cock buried in my cunt, he pressed his chest against my back and whispered at my ear. “Remember I’m the one who’s letting you be quiet. If I wanted you to be screaming right now, you would be, no matter what you wanted anyone else to hear.”

Was it wrong that this was his way of making love?

Was it wrong that it was mine too?

Later, like new lovers who can’t get enough of each other’s touch, we fell asleep coiled, our legs and torsos intertwined, unwilling to be parted even while we dreamed.

CHAPTER 10

The last time I’d shared a man with Amber I’d been twenty-one.

The last time I’d shared one willingly, anyway. Bridge had been after that, but I didn’t count him for obvious reasons.

Bryan Crane had been nothing like Bridge. Amber had met him while we’d lived in Mexico. He’d been a guest at the resort we’d stayed at, but, though she’d been at his side the entire two weeks he’d been in the country, I’d been too wrapped up in my own affair to have a chance t