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It amazed me how often people came to work out leading up to the day synonymous with overeating.
I wanted more than just the feather-light sweeps against my skin. I needed his hands fully on me.
He ran his hands up and down the outside and then the inside of my thighs.
One run-in had been enough. The morning was just a constant repetition of trying to be a better salesperson than Chris.
My pants slid down my legs, and I realized he'd gotten up. I risked opening my eyes to see him watching me while he discarded my pants and panties.
"It was almost five years since I had been intimate with anyone when I met you, Holly.