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Chapters (50)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Part Two
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Part Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Three
  47. Chapter Forty-Four
  48. Chapter Forty-Five
  49. Chapter Forty-Six
  50. Epilogue

His eyes fight to stay open, but his gaze never falters as his jaw drops open. Abs tightening and body shaking, his cock erupts thick, white spurts of cum all over his stomach, a throaty groan coming from his chest.

I stroke him until the last drop comes out. His blissed-out eyes devour my soul, a post-orgasm smile cracking on his face. “That was… wow,” is all he manages to say.

There’s a box of Kleenex on my desk, so I grab a few, cleaning up his chest, tossing the used tissues into the garbage. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, resting my cheek on the side of his head as his arms wrap around me.

After several minutes in each other’s embrace, we peel apart, and he gets dressed. I walk him to the door and when we reach it, he looks back at me. “Still on for tonight, or no?”

“Absolutely. If you want to, that is.”

“I do,” he says in a hurry.

“Okay, I’ll still pick you up around eleven.” Pressing my lips to his, we kiss for a moment, before he heads down the stairs, toward wherever his car is parked.

Emotion tightens my chest as I watch him walk away. The feelings swirling around inside me make no sense. I care deeply for Cash, despite knowing I shouldn’t. Knowing that nothing good could come from these feelings. It’s as if we’ve known each other our whole lives, like we were destined to end up here. And these feelings only solidify my need for a divorce.

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Cash DeMarco

It’s another clear night. Stone and I just got to the fields and set up the blankets and pillows. He held my hand the entire drive here, and I tried so fucking hard to not read too much into it. His hand in mine feels so right. I can’t explain it. It’s wrong… all of it. He’s my professor, he’s married, we’re in different areas of our lives. Yet, despite it all, it feels right.

“You want something to drink?” he asks quietly from behind me. I’m sitting between his open legs, my back to his chest, and his arms around me.

“Uh, sure. Thanks.”

He cracks open two beer bottles, handing one to me. I bring it up to my lips, taking a long pull. The crisp, cold liquid feels good going down my throat. He has music playing softly on his phone—we have the same taste in music, which is nice.

We sit in comfortable silence, basking in the warmth from each other for a while. There’re so many questions I want to ask, so many things I want to know about him. I want to know it all—where he came from, what makes him tick, what his hopes and dreams are, what he wants from me.