Outside of her, it was endless lectures of absolutely no more of that. You’re done now. Enough acting like an adolescent. Then that clawing sense of sexual starvation would again start to flare up and had so little trouble convincing him after such a long absence, just do it, it’s been so long, no one else knows but her, and look at how exquisitely she blossoms beneath this. No one else knows.
And that damning curiosity roaring so loud in his ears again.
He walked toward the door. Irresponsible, reckless, inappropriate! Certainly not befitting of a gentleman, definitely definitely definitely crossing a line. More lectures trying to break through the roaring but ultimately being suffocated deep into a guilty silence. But were there any lines left to cross after all they’d done and continued to do with one another? He knew her thoroughly, inside and out. He knew her.
So where was this line?
No one else will know….
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*chapters titled "X" not yet published*
