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edge.
    Oh, that’s it. My cock tightens and spasms. I jerk my dick
as she moans again, catching her breath on a gasp.
    My cum squirts out as she exhales and relaxes her pelvis, her
eyes on my ejaculating cock. I pump until it’s empty. She leans forward, as if
fascinated.
    Her first time masturbating? Or maybe just the first time she’s
come that fucking hard?
    Definitely her first time to see a guy come while jerking
off.
    When her gaze meets mine, I lift an eyebrow. “See? I told you
it’d feel good.”
    Taking a deep breath, she sits up. “Interesting.”
    She stands, in all her naked glory, calm as fuck, sauntering
inside, shutting the door as she goes.
    The lock clicks into place.
    I collapse on the lounger and smile.
    Damn, I’m glad I got up this morning.

FOUR

    I let the shower pour over my heated body.
    Holy. Crap.
    I can’t believe I did that. What the heck was I thinking?
    Masturbating with Danny. It’s like—almost having sex with him.
God, he’s never going to let me live this down. I’ve hardly ever touched myself.
What would make me do it with him looking at me?
    What would Rachel think? And what would David and Charlotte
say? They’d be shocked and appalled. Probably kick me out. And I’d deserve it.
    But the way Danny makes me feel—hot and out of control. Always
out of control. And I was beyond out of control today. He sets me on
fire with only a look.
    It doesn’t matter though. I can’t go there.
    Danny’s the worst kind of guy. The kind who only cares about
himself. What he wants, when he wants it. He’s like my dad, who took off when I
was two because he wasn’t ready to be a father. He only hung around when Mom
got knocked up long enough to realize it was a lot of work to take care of a
family.
    Mom got sick and no one was there but me. She didn’t have a
husband to care for her, to hold her hand, rub her back. To be there. And now I don’t have anyone. No mom. No dad. Because she chose the wrong guy.
    I don’t need that in my life. I need someone who puts my
needs before his own. Someone who’ll stick around for the long haul.
    Danny’s not that guy.
    Danny’s the kind of guy you date, but don’t marry. The kind you—screw.
    He’s the one you have that last, hot fling with before you marry
the right guy. Danny’s the one you sow wild oats with.
    Man, would I ever like to sow some oats with Danny. I lean
my forehead on the cool tile, letting the thought soak into my skin. His cock
buried deep inside me as he pumps his hips, the way my fingers did. Imagining him
there is easy. I’ve been doing that for years.
    Seeing him touching himself, thinking about how those hands would
feel on my body and in me. His dick rubbing the places inside I can’t reach. His
mouth on my breasts, but with no clothes to mute the feel of his slippery
tongue on my nipple. His hands on my butt, pulling me against him, touching
that place he touched the other day that sent a surge of electricity through me.
    And I want so badly for him to do it again.
    It would be so easy to give in. He did tell me to
just say the word and he could make it happen. I bet I could call him right now.
Would he? Heck, he might still be right outside. Naked. Hot and naked.
    But could he keep an affair secret? Forever? Or will he rub
my face in it for eternity?
    Will I get married and, ten years from now, have Danny staring
at me over the Thanksgiving turkey, his shit-eating grin reminding me he knows
what’s under my dress?
    Of course he would. He’s Danny.
    I finish rinsing my hair and get out of the shower.
    No. This stops now , or I’ll forever regret it.
    I probably already will.

    At the women’s shelter, I stack the blocks for the third time
only to have chubby little hands smash them into rubble on the brightly colored
rug. Two tiny teeth peek out from behind a cherub’s smile, and little brown
eyes light up. Xavier waves his arms in the air, squealing.
    “You like that, don’t you, little man?” I tickle