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granite cock into my hand, everything still slick with our juices.
    I pulled on his shaft, like I was milking it, and he held very still, hovering over me with his whole body tense. I kept stroking, not sure if I was doing that part right. I must have been, because he grunted and thrust against my hand as he spurted out all over my stomach.
    His cock was throbbing in my hand, and I just kept stroking as more spurted out on me, like warm rain.
    “Mmmmmmmmmm,” he said, his face pulling back into a whole-face grin. “Well, that was interesting.”
    I pinched my face in apology. “Sorry I didn't tell you about the pill thing earlier.”
    He sighed and rested down on top of my body, sandwiching his fluid between us, which seemed more intimate than anything in that moment.
    He stroked my cheek with one hand, then kissed me tenderly.
    “Don't apologize,” he said. “Never apologize. It was my fault for not asking. Remember that. In a relationship, if anything goes wrong, it's the man's fault.”
    Relationship? I ran my fingers through his chin-length blond hair, which was getting puffy now without the elastic band.
    I gazed up at those blue eyes, as calm as an Ohio lake in the summer. “I can't tell if you're joking or telling me the truth.”
    “I never lie,” he said. “Except in my stories, of course. But even then, I'm not lying as much as you'd think.”
    I squirmed underneath him, adjusting my neck, and that movement broke the spell.
    He blinked, as though waking up from a trance. “I've got to get you cleaned up and on your way,” he said.
    I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay in his arms forever, and sleep in his bed, and wake up the next morning and make love, then help him type his novel.
    But I had to go.

    When I got back to Carridee's house, she was pacing, and when she stopped pacing, the interrogation began.
    I admitted nothing, but she was a smart lady, and she'd found out there was only one person staying at the cabin. Smith hadn't exactly lied to her, but he had omitted details.
    “I am not a madam,” Carridee said, her eyes narrowed with anger. “And you are not a junior prostitute, young lady. You're going out on the bus tomorrow, back home to your mother.”
    “I'm eighteen! You can't tell me what to do!”
    “You may be an adult, but I'm your employer, and you're fired.”
    I had nothing else to argue with, so I stomped off to the room I was sharing with her oldest daughters, and I stayed there until dinnertime.
    I ventured out for some food, and Carridee acted as though nothing had happened. “Kids, say goodbye to your Auntie Lexie! She's going back home tomorrow morning. Let her know how much fun you've had with her here.”
    Callum, the only boy, gave me a hug. “Promise you'll come back someday.”
    “I don't know if cleaning cabins is my thing,” I said, staring at Carridee.
    She'd softened since our confrontation in the afternoon. “It really has been a pleasure to have you here,” she said. “I have a bit to learn with my business, and I guess I need to be less naïve, but you really have done a great job for us.”
    “Thanks,” I said, and then I dug into my food.
    The food wasn't even that great, but I wolfed it down like the boy, Callum, did—like I had a “hollow leg.”
    I guess sex makes you hungry , I thought as a smile curled my lips.

    I did return home on the bus the next morning, and in retrospect, I thank my stars did. I was only eighteen, and completely unprepared for a relationship with an older man like Smith.
    I would go to college in the fall and have boyfriends. I would fall in love and have my heart broken countless ways. At times I would be jaded about love, keeping people at a distance, and other times, I'd allow them in too close, where they could hurt me.
    Through my life, I've had all these wonderful memories of intimate experiences with other people. Sure, many of these experiences were about sex, but not all. Some of these memories were with