Chapter 3-3
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Jenny came with a stifled whimper, arching away from the couch as she buried three fingers inside her p***y. Her c**t tingled from the pinch that had triggered her orgasm, but it was the palpable sensation of Ashley Edwards’ body pressing her into the mirrored elevator wall that lingered strongest, hot and cold and hard and slick all at the same time.
Her head was a muddle, images from the fantasy mingling with the residual guilt at lusting so fiercely for a man she’d only just met. The latter was tamped down swiftly. It hadn’t been real. It was normal to harbor desires for good-looking guys. The important thing to remember was that she was never, ever going to act on them.
She loved Bryan. She didn’t even know Ashley Edwards.
It was only a fantasy.
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