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“Oh, fuck,” I gasped.

Her thumb pressed into my clit, hard and slow, up and down, her fingers reaching deeper and deeper and deeper-

“You’re so beautiful,” she moaned, and it was her voice that broke through the solid haze of pleasure. On pure instinct alone, my hand settled beside hers, my mouth watering with just the thought of eating her out.

Focus, Hayden.

I pressed the heel of my palm against her clit, the tip of my middle finger teasing her entrance, dipping in and pulling back out.

I was so far gone it was all I could do to drag her with me, to haul her close to the edge that she dangled me over.

I wondered, briefly, how fucking sexy she’d sound when she came apart.

I grabbed her wrist and lifted one of her legs, her knee resting atop my shoulder. Like this, with the wet heat of her rubbing against me, her back arched deliciously. Her breasts shifted with each roll of my hips over hers, a soft, desperate whine slipping past her parted lips.

The slick of our mixed arousal drove me wilder, desperately searching for the ridge of her clit and there- oh, God, pleasure crackled through my body like live electricity.

Far too soon, that pleasure pooled like molten desire in my core and the quickening breaths that shook her chest turned high and whiny.

“I wanna eat you out,” I mumbled, barely conscious of what I said.

The tethers to my control slowly frayed, Frankie’s fingers plucked them free one by one by one until she dug her heel into the sofa and kickedup-

Pure, sizzling white burst behind my eyes, the shock of a third finger inside me tearing a harsh cry from my throat.

Frankie’s body locked up beneath me, her fingernails carving tiny crescent shapes into the flesh on my ribs and shoulder. For eons, maybe minutes, perhaps just seconds, our bodies writhed and rode out the high, our eyes squeezed shut against the intensity.

Sweat tickled along my hairline and I opened my eyes. Frankie lay beneath me, her skin flushed from her hairline to her splotched breasts.

My breath left me in a single, gut-wrenching gust, as if I’d been punched in the stomach. “Fuck.”

My entire body burned, my heart thrashing against the inside of my ribs.

Without the haze of sleep and lust clouding my thoughts, the walls began to close in on me.

What had I done?

I stared at Frankie, at the blissed out smirk on her lovely face, the rise and fall of her breasts as her breathing slowed.

Her hands were gentle where they caressed my flushed skin, but every touch felt like a brand; a punishment for what I’d done.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her eyes finally blinking open, and I almost begged her to close them again.

I couldn’t stand the thought of the hurt or hatred I’d no doubt see there in just a few breaths.

I nodded stiffly and crawled off her, doing everything in my power not to look at her body as I stumbled to my feet. My thighs were still slick with arousal; hers and mine. My blood still pounded straight to my core, and a deep, longing sense of joy sat low in my gut.

But I fought the urge to rip my hair out at the roots.

Frankie’s brows narrowed, her serene smile pulling down into a frown.No, I wanted to tell her.

Don’t stop smiling.

But I swallowed the words that threatened to make this… even harder.

Frankie cautiously sat up, her eyes never leaving mine and I wanted to crawl out of my skin or sprint out of the room orsomething-

“Hayden?”