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“You’re perfect,” I said. “You know that, right?”

I got a moan in response. She pushed herself back to me. I slipped my hand between her legs, finding her swollen clit. I circled it, making her breath hitch, then slowly increased the pressure.

“Yes,” she breathed. I could tell she was about to go over, and right at that moment I thrust my cock into her, maintaining pressure on her clit as I filled her.

She came hard against my cock, squeezing and bucking, sliding up and down my shaft with such force I came after only a few short strokes, the world spinning, waves of pleasure blinding me to everything except Michelle, Michelle, Michelle.

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Michelle

Iwoke up to the sound of Emma and Macy shrieking. Blinking, I looked over at my clock. It was eight-thirty.

I sat bolt upright, remembering everything.Will.

The space on the bed next to me was empty.

“Rahhhhhr!!!” A deep voice exclaimed out in the hallway.

More shrieking. “You can’t get us here!” came Emma’s voice, muffled.

Will was playing with the girls. A warmth, shockingly deep and full-bodied, spread through me. Then, just as quickly, a flash of memory. Joe, chasing Emma as a toddler all over our house in Long Island. Her adorable little squeals.

My chest seized.

Don’t panic. This is okay.

I don’t know what I was thinking would happen last night when the girls found out Will had spent the night. I’d meant to figure it out, to get up early and bang around in the kitchen so they came to see me there. Or at the least maybe have Will move to the couch. But Will had taken care of it for me.

He knew what needed to happen. And he’d taken care of it for me.

The warmth grew in my chest.

Steve had always wanted the girls to go and watch TV, to go dokid stuff.He’d bought them presents—big, noisy toys they got bored of quickly. But I knew they were all a means to keep them out of his hair.

But Will—from the moment we first met, my kids adored him. He’d known exactly how to get down to their level. He’dcaredabout them.

And he cared about me. Then we’d… god, we’d done it all.

This is good.I was happy, or at least I should be.

Will wasn’t Steve.

He’s not Joe, either.

I scrubbed my face with my hands. Everything was messed up. My feelings. My heart.

The promises I’d made to myself—and broken.

My phone buzzed on my nightstand. Thank god. I grabbed it, needing the distraction like air.

Reese:You guys okay over there? You have power?

Michelle:We have power.

I hesitated.

I also have… a houseguest.