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“Aww,” I said. “It really is crazy, isn’t it?”

Brock could only shake his head in disbelief.

“I’ve been wanting this for some time now,” he said. “For years, frankly. But I never wanted to cause trouble by making you cheat on him.”

“Oh, honey, you wouldn’t make me cheat,” I said.

I’d chose to.

Maybe changing history there a bit, but no denying that I have always been attracted to you.

“Well, that’s good to know for the future,” Brock said with a chuckle. “Speaking of, I know what’s in your future.”

“What’s that?”

He pulled me in for a kiss. We were both already naked, and his hands ran down to my clit. I gasped and moaned as his hand ran over and into me.

But…

I had to get home at some point. And if I went down this road now, I wasn’t getting out of it for at least another half hour, probably longer if I showered.

“Stop, stop.”

“Everything OK?”

“Oh, more than OK,” I said with a laugh. “You’re too good; that’s the problem. I think I should get home. Elizabeth will already know something is up.”

“And your parents?”

“I can lie and say I stayed at Kathryn’s, but it’ll only work if I come home soon.”

Brock sighed.

“All right, fine, I’ll just wait a bit to make love to you again,” he said, getting out of bed. “You’ve really gotta get your own place.”

I could not agree more.And as he stood from the bed, his naked body in full profile, his erect cock still hoping for a fourth round of sex, that thought changed from agreement to fact. Yeah, I had to get my own place.

“You should probably get clothes on quickly,” I said. “The longer I have to stare at you like this, the…”

“The better?”

I rolled my eyes. I found my clothes on the floor, put them on, and turned to Brock. He’d gotten everything on but the leather jacket.

“Ready if you are,” he said.

“I wish I wasn’t,” I said. “But I must.”

Brock sighed.

“Your own place. I will say that until you get it.”

“I know, I know!” I said, laughing as I headed to the front door.

I opened it.

And I gasped. My heart stopped. There was someone walking up the stairs to the apartment.

It was Steele.