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When our sticky bodies pulled apart, Ella got out of bed, shirt hiked over
her magnificent tits, bottom still pink where I’d spanked her.
“You need to put something on your ass,” I said, sitting up. “Let me.”
“I have it.” She pulled her shirt down and headed for the bathroom.
I stood. “I want to.”
“If you start manhandling my ass with lotion, you’re never getting out
of here.”
“Would that be so bad?”
“What if Colton sees us in this room in the morning?”
“He has no reason to come up here.”
“He’s going to ask questions.” She laid her hands on my bare chest.
“Keep your bed messed up. Let’s not blow it.”
We’d invested a lot of time and energy into making sure he thought we
slept in the same bed in my room. She didn’t turn her lights on when he was
around, and her door stayed closed. Sure, we could make a ton of excuses
for why we’d slept in a guest bedroom, but she was right. Any change could
crack the dam of lies.
“My room next time then,” I said.
Her hands slid off me and she looked away, as if she had to process the
idea that there would be a next time.
“Sex is one thing,” she said. “I don’t want to get used to you being next
to me in bed.”
She was afraid of being hurt. As much as she’d begged for the pain, she
wanted to limit it, and all I wanted to do was inflict it. A decent man would
have felt a tug of guilt. All I felt was the pull of desire.