time together.
The sex had been one thing. A huge thing, actually. Never before had Hailey been so
in tune with another—physically at least. She hadn’t had to fantasize to make herself
horny, hadn’t needed a picture of another, or to ward off her many worries about the daily
grind to simply fall in the mood. Instead, she’d been doused with lust just looking at the
man. And the feel of him…his penis fit inside her as if he’d been built just for her.
She worried that her immense attraction was making her feel so much more about
him. With the way she still wanted to crawl over his body and lay with him, well, forever,
she thought she might be mistaking lust for love. A concept she’d mistaken once before,
with Jerry the Worm.
Much as she truly liked Gage, she didn’t know him half as well as she’d known
Jerry, and look how that relationship had turned out.
But wait, one day and night of incredible sex didn’t mean happily-ever-after. So why
couldn’t she stop thinking about him?
Infatuation, Sydney would tell her.Sex and love are not the same thing at all.
Repeating that to herself, Hailey tried to lull herself to sleep. Yet she continued to see
how many things in common she and Gage held. How they liked the same television
shows and books, how his crass comments amused her when, by rights, she should have
felt offended. Anyone else telling her she hadbig boneswould have made her want to
cry. But Gage had said it like a compliment, and followed up his comment by sucking
diligently on her breasts, thosebig titsthat he loved so much.
She flushed with heat and tried to think peaceful thoughts, needing to calm her
raging body. Who would have thought that while she’d been fantasizing about him, he’d
been doing the same about her? She blushed, recalling the way he’d made her masturbate
him, showing her the way he’d fallen asleep night after night, with her in his mind’s eye.
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She hadn’t the courage to share her experiences, but planned to the next time they met.
And maybe, just maybe, she’d cater to that unspoken fantasy of his. The one that
