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figured I may as well tell him the truth. I didn’t think this house had many secrets.
    “I don’t know...lots of things. Lilah, she...she really enjoyed the way I had dressed for her. And then Mister Castle...”
    “Castle too, huh?”
    “Yes. He was...he was putting his hands on me.”
    “Oh yeah?”
    He wasn’t that upset. I was upset that he wasn’t more upset.
    “Yes. He was touching me...”
    “Where?”
    He stood up and came close to me—and then closer. His hands on my hips.
    “On my...” It was getting hard to breath for some reason. Hard to think. His hands were like the hands of Castle—thick and strong. But rougher, too. The tips calloused over with hard work. “On my, um...”
    He slid his hands on my thighs. “Here?”
    I nodded, breasts heaving against my tight blouse.
    His hands moved upward. “Here?”
    Whimpering now, I nodded, my hands sliding up his body. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted him to hold me, to tell me it would be all right. I felt so small compared to him, so tiny and breakable.
    His hands rested on my panties, pushing up against my clit. “Here?”
    Moaning softly, I shook my head. “N-not there. He stopped before...”
    I didn’t get to finish. Terrance pulled away, smiling.
    “I see. He rather likes you, then.”
    “You...” I was so, so hot. “You...why did you stop?”
    “Is that what you want? You want me to touch you?”
    I shuddered with heat. I didn’t know how to answer. Only seconds before, it was all I wanted. But now that he had pulled away, cold reality began to set in. The refrigerator thrummed on next to me, and I started up, bouncing in fright. My nerves were shot.
    “You want me to fuck you? You want to fuck that pretty body of yours?”
    Now, I was definitely turned off.
    “You’re so crude,” I sneered, walking off to the other end of the room. “Sex is for marriage. Only. Not for...not however you look at it.”
    I hated language like that when it came to coupling. All those dirty words: fucking, screwing, hammering, nailing. They were uncouth. I wanted lovemaking to be something special. I wanted candles to be lit, to be waiting for a husband when I came home, wearing something just for him, my legs opened just the right way...
    Terrance clearly wanted just furious, animalistic banging and nothing else.
    I had to keep thinking about that as he looked at me. Furious. Animalistic. Banging.
    God, but he could really do it if he wanted to. He could just take me and I wouldn’t have anything really to say about it...
    “What are you looking at me like that for?” he asked. “I thought I was crude .”
    I turned away, flushing. “Nothing!”
    “Nothing what? Come on. What do you want from me?”
    He tried to step near me again, but again I circled away.
    “Nothing. I don’t want anything from any of you. But I know all of you want me. You want me to—to—to—”
    “—You don’t have to sound so mad about it.”
    “Well, I am mad about it! Mister Castle is married, and he wants me for something crude , like you do. I know he wants to be with me, Terrance. In a...in a husbandly way. I don’t know what to do about that.”
    “In a husbandly way.” He snorted. “Is that really how you want to put it? He wants to fuck you. Just like I do.”
    Terrance wanted me. He wanted to fuck me. I let that information wash over my nerve-wracked mind for a moment.
    “A-and that’s not all. It’s...Lilah. She’s the same way, I think. I think she wants me, too.”
    “So? Goddamn. Wish I was that lucky. As far as I know, she’s only got eyes for Castle.”
    “It’s sick ,” I insisted, trying to maintain composure. “They’re supposed to be married. I don’t want to be a part of their weird...sex triumvirate thing.”
    Terrance leaned over on the counter. I could see how his thick muscles flexed. His tattoos coursing on his tanned skin.
    “Listen, just do what he says. Do what both of them say. How bad could it be? You need the money, and