Seven
“Mom?” I bolted up. Out of his hold and onto my knees.
“Yeah. Holly’s my mother.”
The man of my dreams transformed before my eyes. He looked like a little boy then. The curls on his head seemed childish. His blue eyes filled with wide-eyed innocence. I expected his mother to walk in and offer us juice boxes and a snack.
Christopher grinned in a way that was anything but childish. He ran his thick fingers down the side of my face.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said. “She’ll be thrilled that we brought you to orgasm.”
My face flamed where he touched, and not in the good way it had a moment ago. I scrambled to my feet.
Christopher lounged back against the pillows. “Do you swear you don’t masturbate? Because it’s not normal for a woman to come like that, especially a virgin.”
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