I appreciated the compliment but also blinked back tears.
“What's wrong? I didn't hurt you, did I?" He brushed my hair out of my face.
I shook my head. “No. I just don't want this to be over." When I left this room, it was back to reality. Back to my f****d-up life.
He kissed the tip of my nose. “Me either," he said, swirling his d**k inside to prove he was still hard and ready.
“Then f**k me again," I said, shamelessly.
Before we could, there was a knock at the door. “Mr. Maxwell. Five minutes."
“f**k," he said, dropping his head into the crook of my neck.
I clung to him, forcing myself not to cry.
“Raincheck," he said, lifting his head.
“Okay, sure." I looked away, knowing there wouldn't be. My eyes caught hold of the blue material wrapped around his wrist. It seemed familiar an
