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she could almost believe it. She watched his reaction as she palmed her breasts, pushed them up and together, teased and pinched her nipples.
    His right bicep tightened and held a moment. “Put your hand in your panties,” he rasped.
    “I’m not wearing any.”
    “ Fuck . Touch your pussy for me. Please.”
    She held his eyes and skimmed her hand down her belly and beneath the sheet. Her soft moan told him when her fingers had arrived.
    He licked his lips. “Tell me how it feels.”
    This was all so far out of her comfort zone, she may as well have been attending via satellite. “It feels good,” she attempted.
    “You can do better than that,” he chided.
    “Jesus,” she gasped, and slid her fingers over and around her clit. “Hot. Swollen. Wet. I’m fucking drenched.”
    His face tightened and his bicep stilled once more. “Show me.”
    Her fingers stopped. “Why can’t this be enough?”
    “Because I want to see how you touch yourself, so we can both imagine my tongue on you.”
    The words nearly took her over the edge. She pushed the sheet away and slid across the bed, letting him see every inch of her. His eyes followed her middle finger as it disappeared between puffy pink lips, then came back glistening to tease her engorged clit.
    “Braden.” It was only a whisper, but it got his attention. “Let me see you.”
    His brows furrowed. “ God, Lisa ,” he ground out as he briefly disappeared from view. Then she saw him. All of him. The beautiful face. The hard chest. The ridged abs and the V-cuts. One muscular arm bent behind his head, the other extended down to where his hand moved slowly from root to tip of a penis as perfectly-sculpted as the rest of him.
    Lisa strummed with more purpose. Her other hand skimmed over her breasts, teasing one hard nipple, then the other. Braden watched her intently, his fist matching tempo with her fingers. The head of his cock was flushed and swollen, and Lisa licked her lips, wishing it was disappearing into her mouth, rather than his hand.
    At the thought, she ground her impossibly-hard clit against her palm, and moaned a loud, wet release. A heartbeat later, Braden’s fist tightened as thick ropes of semen shot onto his chest.

* * *
    Lisa spent the next day on a sickening roller-coaster of adrenaline spikes and morning-after regrets. The regrets hit the moment her eyes popped open. The adrenaline began when she heard the message she had missed while berating herself in the shower, “Mrs. Taylor, this is Paul at Camp Big League, again. Your check still hasn’t cleared, and as you know full payment is required for Jake to finish the summer here...”
    Thoughts of Jake coming home led directly to Braden and the stupid, stupid thing she did last night. Obviously, it would never happen again. She’d swear Braden to secrecy and pray to all that is holy that no one else -- especially Vance, Elena and above all, Jake -- ever found out.
    Which brought on another surge of adrenaline, since it was fucking Vance’s fault that her fucking check didn’t clear. But he was on fucking vacation in fucking Europe with fucking Elena, and couldn’t be bothered to respond to Lisa’s fucking messages.
    Of course, if Vance and Elena weren’t in Europe, Braden wouldn’t have had the house to himself, so he wouldn’t have had enough privacy for video chat, and Lisa wouldn’t now be plagued with self-loathing.
    And so it went.
    She dodged Braden’s calls and texts, using the true excuse that she was busy editing the portrait shots of the lawyers. (It really wasn’t easy making the stone-faced look life-like.) She swapped email with Jake, keeping it light and not letting on that he might soon be kicked out of his favorite place in the world, or that she had let his oldest friend and childhood hero watch her masturbate while he did the same. Mother of the fucking year, she was.
    By the end of the week, the mood swings had her feeling schizophrenic. When she stopped by the law