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Cody couldn’t move. He was buried deep inside Andie, his c**k still pulsing with his o****m, his fingers digging into her hips, his eyes locked on hers. And he couldn’t do anything.
He wanted to explain away his words, but he didn’t have it in him to tell her they weren’t true. The words were burning inside him for years. Not always inside though. How many times had he shouted the same words in his empty shower as he stroked himself until he came, envisioning her exactly the way she’d asked him to describe.
His mind tricked him. He thought about those moments, so many of them, when he’d been free to love her in the privacy of his own shower. Where he wouldn’t make an a*s of himself in front of her or anyone else.
And his mind forgot he wasn’t alone.
Or maybe he wanted to tell her.
