CHAPTER 2: PATRICK
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Patrick stretched, his hand encountering soft curves and his d**k hardened. He never wanted to move, except maybe to get closer, to get inside her again. He nuzzled his face into her neck. She smelled good—warm and rich with a hint of flowers. She smelled like Annie. His eyes popped open and memories of the night, well, morning raced through his head like a fantastic porno. He’d been insatiable. Ever since he’d slipped inside her during lunch he’d been unable to think of anything besides getting back in there. The way she’d squeezed him and the hot, wet warmth of her. His d**k stiffened even more and his hand moved from her hip to her breast.
She moaned slightly in her sleep. He should leave her alone. She had to be exhausted. He grinned and kissed her softl
