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I squeeze my eyes shut at those thoughts. I don’t want to think about Marcus or his bullshit or his lies.

My mysterious stranger circles my clit with his thumb and returns his mouth to my breast. The combined pleasure is too much, and I squeeze my legs closed, trapping his hand there.

“Are you okay?” He softens his touch then pulls away entirely. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. I . .