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The day passed in a blur, running small errands for her. She also went shopping, she had got me a tie—a red one.
Now, I was back at home, lying on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Her question echoed in my head. Do I turn you on?
Although she could see my full-blown erection, I had said no. I had denied it, stuttering like a fool.
The memory replayed itself, whether I wanted it or not. I remembered how her voice changed, how hot it had become more silky, but it didn’t lose its authoritative edge.
Fuck I should’ve said yes. Maybe I would have been able to hit.
Another image popped up. Me f*****g her on the sofa, right there. I already knew what her moans sounded like.
A thick feeling coiled in my chest. I should have said yes.
But then I remembered the way she h
