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locked it, and took a deep breath.

My heart was racing at what felt like a thousand miles an hour. Holy fuck. Sure, a DOM had a way of getting to the point, but I didn’t think it would happen like this!

And on top of all of this, I was so attracted to him.

I let the towel drop to the floor. Though I was in the privacy of my own room, I felt like I had just exposed my naked body to the whole world. The pulsing and throbbing became unbearable. I felt like I could climax just from the tension and eroticism of Burke walking in on me with my towel on. I know this was a bit much but I couldn’t handle going down there right now without a release.

My hand slid down there as my other hand squeezed my breast. Pleasure rushed over me as I thought about it not being my hand there, but Burke’s. I thought about those large fingers, those calloused hands, gripping me and controlling me. I thought about his face making its way down my neck, down my chest, down my stomach, down to my pussy.

I couldn’t fucking take it. The only thing more embarrassing than Burke walking in on me in a towel would be Burke walking in on me masturbating. I went to the bed, flopped on it, grabbed a pillow, and held it over my face as my free hand rubbed one out.

Being on the bed gave me the sensation of Burke’s muscular body being on top of me. He would take control of me and have me as he wanted. Whatever his wish was, it was my command. I would get pleasure from it, sure, but much of it would come merely from having him have his way.

The tension rose in me. My legs started to tremble. The pleasure was so intense, and my mind was lasering in on the sensation. I almost hoped Burke would come in, see the opportunity, and just take me.

Why not? We hadn’t signed anything. Oh, fuck!

Reality and fantasy started to blur together. What had started as just the general idea of Burke taking me molded with the idea of him slamming the door open, admiring my body, taking his clothes off…it felt so realistic. I didn’t dare remove the pillow to see if it was. Of course I would know if it got real, but right now, damnit, my mind made it feel real enough.

I arched my hips harder and harder as I started to get to that point where I didn’t need to go that much further. I would have grabbed lube if it was near me, but I didn’t dare leave the bed and lose the tension forming down there. This was too good, too pleasurable, too…

Too…

I was at the point of no return. Nothing was going to stop the orgasm. The only question was how hard it would crash into me.

I bit into the pillow over my face, trying like hell to stifle any noise. I could practically hear Burke’s footsteps coming to the door. I could imagine him opening it slowly, seductively…and then taking me. I could…

Oh…

Oh…

Fuck!

With a crash, the orgasm washed over me. I clenched down into the pillow, my entire body feeling like it was constricting on itself. It was nothing short of majestic and fucking incredible. I hadn’t orgasmed like this from a masturbation session in fucking forever.

I sure as hell hadn’t fantasized about a man like I had Burke now probably ever.

Slowly, I started to come down. Slowly, that sharp tension faded into a general warmth that spread throughout my limbs and my bodies. Slowly, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, having nearly torn apart the fabric of the pillow with my teeth.

And then I realized what the fuck I’d done.

The man I wanted to be my baby’s daddy had come into my place unannounced, past all the security of this building, knocking on my door, had come in while I was wearing a towel, made himself at home on my couch…and I had fucking gone into my room to masturbate!

If that didn’t say that Burke had me on a string, then absolutely nothing fucking did.

Holy hell.

I had to get a hold of myself.

But…fuck, did I really want to? Maybe it was good to lose myself in this feeling. Maybe there was something to be said for just pretending I was eighteen all over again, so seductively overwhelmed by it all that—

“You picking out your outfit, or did you fall asleep?”

I jolted up. The door remained closed. Burke’s voice came from the living room. He…he probably heard me.

I knew he hadn’t seen anything.

But he surely “knew.” Even if he hadn’t heard me moaning into a pillow …why else would I be taking so long? How embarrassing.

I’d just have to accept, when I walked out with clothes on, that Burke had likely just heard me masturbating to the thought of him dominating me.

Holy fuck.

Could this situation get any fucking weirder? Could things feel any more awkward, any stranger? I wanted to say the answer was no, but the only reason I didn’t actually do that was because I knew better than to dare fate in that regard.

“Sorry, one second,” I said, hoping my voice didn’t sound too tinged or tainted.

I hurried to throw on some clean clothes, winding up only throwing on some old jeans I needed to get rid of and a t-shirt of the school I’d attended, the University of Miami. My hair was still flopping wet when I emerged from my room, fortunately, as best as I could tell, I’d taken care of any other, ahem, wetness.

I hoped that when I emerged from my masturbatory cocoon, I’d feel less sexually charged. I wouldn’t have lost my

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