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I can’t help myself but compare everything.

What I have here and what it waiting for me athome.

The notion that a life and love purchased could possibly matter more than love that’s given, shared, earned, and appreciated.

Not that I’m crazy enough to think Corbin loves me.

Well, he does love me. It just depends on the kind of love.

Corbin doesn’t have a 401(k). He doesn’t have retirement plans. He doesn’t play golf all weekend. He doesn’t have pamphlets of vacations scattered around.

I bet if I told Corbin I wanted to go somewhere right now, he’d take me.

I mean, sure, I’d have to suck his cock dry and take ibuprofen for my then aching throat, but it would be well worth it.

I pour myself a cup of coffee, put some whole milk in it, and I stand there, holding the cup, smelling it, smiling ear to ear.

One sip later, Corbin rips open the bedroom door.

He stands there, naked, his huge cock swollen and throbbing.

“I made coffee,” I whisper.

Corbin steps from the bedroom and walks through the small apartment toward me.

The look in his eyes makes me shiver.

My bottom lip quivers.

He doesn’t stop moving, coming closer and closer to me.

Not until he’s close enough to grab my throat with his right hand.

He towers over me.

I gasp for a breath as I feel the pressure of his strength against my neck.

“You can have your coffee, Katie,” his sexy, rough morning voice says. “I’ll wake up to something else.”

Corbin’s hand drops down and he tears the blanket off my body.

I whimper.

He then crouches down in front of me and does not hesitate as he lifts my right leg and places it over his shoulder.

I’m standing there, holding a cup of hot coffee, staring down at Corbin as his mouth moves closer to my pussy.

His hands grab my ass and pull at me.

I groan when I feel his hot, morning breath between my legs.

Followed by his tongue.

His mouth latches to my pussy,drinking meas I soak his lips, tongue, and mouth.

My hand shakes as I bring the coffee cup to my mouth.

The cheap coffee is decent.