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bedroom, I run through the sitting area and crawl into bed. Tears come hot and fast down my cheeks. The need and want are still raw inside me, but my mind won’t let them win, not even when numbed by wine.
    I roll onto my back and grip the sheets, willing the heat to leave my body. I can’t take you. I can’t have you. Not now—maybe never. I hate myself for not letting go. Why do I always have to do the sensible and logical thing? For once, I just wanted to take what I need.
    After an hour of crying and rolling from side to side, I still can’t get rid of the ache between my legs. I need release and have to give it to myself.
    I slip my hand inside your boxers and spread my legs, sighing at the wetness my fingers find. I’m dripping. If only I could let you slide inside me and give me the relief I crave. I stroke the fleshy, sensitive tip in circles, knowing I’m going over the edge fast.
    My fingers slide down the middle, and I raise my knees up, pushing two fingers inside. My other hand slips under your t-shirt and tugs the nipple you wanted so badly to squeeze.
    “Rachael…”
    I gasp, pull my knees together and curl into a ball. You’re leaning against the wall in the dark between the sitting area and the bed. Moonlight streaming in the window beside me caresses your body. You’ve taken your shirt off. Your chest is bare, your fingers run over your abs down to your waistband as you take me in.
    “Don’t stop,” you say, pleading, desperate. “You’re so beautiful.” You unbutton and unzip your shorts. Your hard, long erection leans toward me. “I’ll stay right here. Please don’t stop.” You wrap your hand around your wide base and begin to stroke up and down your length. Your head falls back, but your eyes bore into mine. “I won’t touch you.”
    So close to the edge before you came in, I’m ready to come just watching you. If I touch myself, I won’t be able to hold back.
    I spread my legs and squeeze my breasts, rub my nipples. You dig your teeth into your bottom lip and suck in a deep breath. “So fucking sexy.” You stroke faster and harder.
    I want to make you come so bad. I push my shirt up so you can see my full, aroused breasts, lick my fingertips and rub them in tiny circles over my hard nipples. You groan and pound your fist against the wall. “You’re killing me,” you growl.
    I haven’t punished you nearly enough. My hand slides back down between my legs. “Let me see,” you whisper. “Please. Let me see.” You hold up your free hand. “No touching.”
    I swallow hard, passion and desire consuming me, and slide the boxers off.
    “ Ah , shit.” You knock your head against the wall behind you, your hand still wrapped tight, jerking and sliding up and down your considerable length.
    My fingers circle my swollen clit and glide down my middle. My knees fall apart wider, my hips rock. I tremble and moan and plunge my fingers inside. Finding the spot I know will make me lose my mind. I rub harder, pushing in and pulling out faster.
    “Come with me. I’m so close.” Your words are a husky rasp.
    Flames ignite up my thighs, pulling them apart even farther, make my hips quake and my back arch. “Oh, God, yes!” I cry, throwing my head back into the pillow, enjoying the throbbing around my fingers, relief flowing over me like warm water.
    “Ah, shit. Rachael, “You gasp and groan. I watch you stroke your tip lightning fast, come erupting out of you. You shudder, find my eyes and slide down the wall, spent, panting. I want to touch you so badly it hurts. “Thank you,” you whisper.
    “How long were you standing there?” The thought of you watching without my knowing simultaneously excites and terrifies me.
    “I said your name as soon as I saw what you were doing. I wouldn’t…do that. I told you I respect your privacy—always have.” You stand and clean up with your discarded t-shirt before fastening your shorts and lying on the couch, your head at the far end so