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I ease her panties down, then give them a toss.

"Derrick," she breathes.

"Hmm?" I question, reaching out and running my knuckles up her pussy lips.

"Oh, wow, nothing… I'm sure I'll remember later."

I chuckle. "Remember what?"

"Exactly."

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Audra

I don't remember what I was going to say. I'm losing my mind with every single touch. When his finger dips inside, I want to die of mortification. I'm so wet. It's pathetic.

"God, you're drenched for me." He says it with such reverence I forget to be shy. "Everything about you is perfect."

Oh, how I wish I was perfect, but I'm glad he sees me that way.

His finger starts to move inside me and I don't bother holding back the moan. He urges me to spread my legs, and I do, thoughtlessly, unconsciously, letting him see everything, every single part of me. He adds a second finger and nearly come.

"Please, Derrick, not that way. Not our first time," I plead.

"Shh. Whatever you want, baby. Whatever you want."

"I want you."

He nods then reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a strip of condoms.

I giggle. "I thought you didn't have women here?"

"I don't. I was hopeful."

"What if we'd gone to my place?"

This time he chuckles. "I've got a matching strip in my suit coat pocket."

"Bless you for being prepared."

He rolls the condom on, and lays between my thighs, holding up his weight with his forearms.

"Audra."

I nod.

"Are you really sure? This changes everything."

I nod again.

"I need to hear it."

"Yes, Derrick. I want this. I want you."

He swallows hard and nods.

"I know what this means," I reassure him with my hand resting against his cheek. He closes his eyes and leans into my palm. He's killing me. With each touch I'm falling and falling and falling.