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Ropes of hot, sticky cum shot all over my naked breasts and tank.

I pumped him a few more times, drawing out his release until we both collapsed onto the bed, panting and heaving.

“That was…” Dev gasped.

“Intense,” I responded and released a deep sigh. “I know.”

Dev reached up, tugging my tank off and using it to clean my chest and body. When he finished, he threw the shirt on the floor and then opened his arms.

Without thought, I crawled to him and curled against his side. He wrapped himself around me and tucked my head under his.

“We can’t give up, Sami.”

“I know.” A tear slipped down my cheek. “I don’t want to, Dev. I’m just not sure if you’ll stay once you see I’m not the same girl you fell in love with.”

I closed my eyes and let exhaustion take over.

* * *

By the timeI woke again, Dev was no longer next to me. The sheets on his side of the bed were cool to the touch, telling me he’d been up for a while.

Slowly I rolled off the mattress and headed for the bathroom. I stared at my reflection in the mirror above the sink.

My nipples had red beard marks from his ministrations, as well as small remnants of his cum dried in between my breasts.

A slow pulsing hummed in my pussy.

What was I doing with Dev? Why couldn’t I keep my hands off him?

Because he’s turned you into a nymphomaniac who only craves his cock.

I shook the thought from my head as the aroma of freshly brewed coffee hit my senses.

Time to get moving.

I quickly showered and dressed in a light summer maxi dress before heading to the kitchen.

As I passed through the archway, I noticed Dev scanning a group of documents on the counter with a frown on his face. He always had that look when he was trying to solve some puzzle.

He wore a fitted T-shirt and loose cotton pants, a strikingly relaxed contrast to his always put-together look. When he dressed like this, every contour of his body was visible.

The very body I shouldn’t have played with earlier.

There was no way I was going to be able to resist him. I’d just have to set the boundaries before anything happened.

Who was I kidding? I was fucked.

I had to tell him before we went any further. Then I’d know if there was a solid chance to fix our relationship.

“What are you looking at?”

He lifted his gaze and gave me his “better start talking now” glare that usually scared anyone he had on the stand. Too bad it didn’t have any effect on me.

“Were you going to tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“And why is Representative Jones calling you?”