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Waking up next to Caitlin like that — well, it was nothing short of miraculous. All right, so she’d slept in his bed that one night after the first horrible vision she’d suffered, but this morning was about as different from that one as he could have imagined. For one thing, when he shifted and opened his eyes, squinting at the clock, she had snuggled closer to him, her bare breasts pressing into his chest. That had been enough to distract him from realizing it was already past eight o’clock and that they really should get moving.
They got moving, all right…into one another, her hands on him, urgent, wrapping around his shaft and stroking him, his fingers slipping into her, feeling how ready she was for him. He’d pulled off her panties so quickly, he was surprised he hadn’t torn them
