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I mean, Idocare, but I don’t want to think about it right now.

I slide two fingers deep inside her pussy—a pussy I had first before anyone else, man or woman—and her moans for me fire my need.

Sitting up just long enough I can yank off my nightgown, I turn around and sit on her face and fight with her panties until I get them down and off her.

Her tongue eagerly flicks at my clit. I know from the sound of her moans that I’ve dropped her head-first into subspace.

Can George Forrester dothatto her? Probably not.

I know what my girl likes and how to give it to her.

I bite along the insides of her thighs between licking her clit, and the way she grinds her hips up against me tells me all I need to know.

Before she gets off I sit up, relishing her needy whines. “No, you get your Ma’am off first,” I tell her. “Then I’m going to take you to bed and fuck your brains out, baby girl.”

In our time together I’ve owned every one of her holes countless times and had her begging for more. I want it fresh in my girl’s mind who knows every last one of her secrets and still wants her, no matter what.

I have a feeling this’ll be our last time together, unless I’m lucky enough that bastard fucks up somehow.

Later that night, we’re lying snuggled together in my bed.

“I’m always going to love you,” she whispers.

I sniffle. “I’m always going to love you, too.”

“You can’t tell him. Promise me, Case.”

“It’s not a done deal yet.”

“Please,promiseme. If you can’t promise me that, then I need to leave.”

Fear knots my guts. “Only if you promise me something first.”

“What?”

“That you tell me everything. You never lie to me about things. When I ask you about him, I don’t care if he told you to keep it a secret, you tellme. I need to know you’re safe and happy, girl. Even if you think it’ll hurt me, you’ll tell me everything. And if he ever fucks up, then you come back to me, even if it’s years from now.”

I’m not sure she’s going to agree, at first, but then she snuggles closer. “I promise, Ma’am.”

I kiss her. “Okay. I won’t tell him.”

She falls asleep, but I lie awake studying her profile in the dim light and wishing I could freeze this moment in time.

I can’t lose her.

But I know I can’t keep her, either.

Thus begins my own descent into the second hell in my life. And there I stayed, mired, until Declan.

* * * *

Even more than being a teacher, my girl wanted to be a mom.

That’s why when we started that thing between us, I agreed to her terms, that it was temporary. Secretly, I always hoped my love would be enough for her. That for once in my life, my love,me, would beenough.

She knew I didn’t want kids. Knew my reasons, too.

But she wanted to be married, and back then that was still unobtainable to us.