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ass. She was helpless in the face of his onslaught, and she heaved a deep sigh as she grabbed handfuls of his shirt and lifted her hips, trying to get closer, her pussy aching at the emptiness. He rewarded her by rocking against her, and she lifted her leg to his hip. He grabbed it and held her generous thigh as he traced a pattern against her skin through the fabric, mimicking the action with his tongue in her mouth that she wanted him to make with his cock in her cunt.
    And again, he was abruptly gone.
    She opened her eyes, eyes she hadn’t even realized she closed, and barely managed to suppress the frustrated groan at the sight of him standing, calm and collected, in her foyer like he owned it.
    “I asked you a question.”
    She rolled her eyes, felt every bit the chastised schoolgirl, and, acting as mature as she felt, left the foyer and headed across the living room and into the kitchen without speaking. She needed some space to gather her thoughts, but he followed, though he didn’t say anything else. She grabbed two bottles of water out of the fridge and offered him one before walking into the small dining room and settling at the banquette. It was one of her favorite pieces of furniture, deep, cozy, and perfect for seating extra guests, or for her to unwind after a long day. Odd, maybe, that she used the dining room for relaxing more than dining, but she’d spent countless hours in this spot, often thinking of the man who’d settled beside her. She looked over at him, knowing the reckoning was at hand.
    “And, as I’m soon to be out of your employ, I’m no longer on your schedule.”
    He had the nerve to look hurt.
    “You’ve had a few days to reconsider this...this resignation,” he stumbled over the word, “and I thought you’d be over this silly idea by now.”
    “Ugh, you just don’t get it! I can’t do this anymore, Leighton. I have to move on.”
    His eyes darkened, and she saw a flash of uncertainty, something she’d so rarely seen, even when he’d been so young and untrained, thrown into the deep end by circumstance and necessity.
    “What about that night?”
    “What about it?”
    He scoffed. “Come on, Layla. You gave me your virginity, and now I’m supposed to believe you’re quitting?”
    She scoffed back at him, incredulous. “You arrogant jerk. For your information, I wasn’t a virgin. And even if I had been, you think that just because you deigned to fuck me, I’d be happy, stay at your side like an obedient puppy?”
    She stood up, kept her back to him, no longer willing to look at him. She heard him rise, flinched her he his encircled her in his arms from behind, knowing she should pull away, but wanting the contact despite everything.
    He nipped her shoulder, her earlobe, before whispering, “How many?”
    “What?”
    “You heard me. How many?”
    His breath, warm on her ear, caused a pleasured-filled tingle to spread over her, and she could feel her nipples pull tight against the lace of her bra. The tingles intensified as he began to roam his hands over her breasts and abdomen before slipping them into her pants. He cupped her mound and squeezed, the light pressure making her close her thighs in an attempt to keep him there. When she loosened her thighs, he moved the delicate fabric of her underwear aside and slicked a finger through the moisture gathered there.
    “How many?” He punctuated the last word by stroking her clit and sliding the tips of two fingers into her, the unexpected but welcome entry just enough to make her squirm but not nearly enough to satisfy.
    He held her still, his arms like iron bands.
    “Answer me, Layla.” He pumped his fingers, giving her the smallest taste of the satisfaction she craved.
    She moaned. “One,” she finally said.
    He rewarded her by burying his fingers to the hilt and scissoring them, opening her.
    “So I only have to erase the memory of man’s fingers, cock, tongue in this hot pussy?”
    She stiffened, not wanting to