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sprawled across my bed, wear

oes this keep

, I was in a meeting with a potential business partner when his barely-legal daughter started sliding her foot up my le

feeding young women these days, what made

ally needed to wonder. I

called

ng to set me up for years

ing. That part of my life was over. It had been over

interested in the messy, fake relationships my father want

d the rules, and we would satisfy each other's needs. It was clean and simple. There were no attachments, it was always safe, and it was

only one without. Do you know how jealous I get when I see my friends playing with their grandk

he old bastard misunderstood. He thought I meant older women, so he switched strategies. Now he was

out on my bed, was clea

est and stared down at her,

y body, like she was inspecting a cut of meat to see if it was medium-

be the one judging if she met my standards, not the other way around? Stil

, perky breasts barely contained by delicate black lace. Her gray eyes sparkled, and

mn

ecking her out bef

eam?" she mumbled, her l

rged in here? She was the one naked in my bed, trying to sed

d muttered under my breath, "Damn, I do

k toward the counter w

other mess I didn't wa

her out. He could settle whatever payment my father probably promised her, but before I c

s is just a dream, right? It's just a dream. You don't know how useless

against my abdomen, her arms tight around my waist. From this angle, her face was

inst my skin, sending an u

dded as she spoke. "Why can't anyone pleasure me the right way? I'm twenty-three..." she murmured, almost as if ashamed. "And I'v

it down slowly, exposing more of me. "Even if this is just a dream," she whisper

ds or the fact that despite all my frustration, despite every log

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