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I like it.

Curling his lip, Corbin leans forward, his mouth moving toward my finger.

His mouth opens. His tongue inches forward.

He flicks his tongue against my finger, tasting my blood.

Then he groans. “I can’t wait to taste the rest of you, darling. What’s on the agenda for tonight? What’s the upper middle-class life like on a Monday?”

Last Monday I gave Chad a hand job in the shower, then faked an orgasm because my fingers and toes were getting all pruned from being in the shower for so long.

“Nothing,” I say.

“Good. Stop by the garage later. Around eight.”

Corbin starts to turn.

I grab his arm. “It’s not that simple.”

He looks down at my hand. Then back to my face.

His lip curls. “Would you rather me show up to your house? Kick down the fucking front door? Show your fiancé a picture of his woman’s fingers covered in her own cum?”

My heart slams inside my chest.

“You better fucking show up,Katie. Ten years. Remember that. Ten fucking years. Just to give you a hint for tonight… be ready to suck cock.”

Corbin leaves.

I race to the back of the bakery.

I look around, taking deep breaths.

If someone saw me they’d swear I was about to go to the bathroom in my pants.

Not quite that…

I hurry to the bathroom.

I shut the door and throw myself against it.

My right hand slides down the front of my flour-stained pants and into my sticky panties.

As soon as I touch myself, my clit throbs and I cry out with relief.

I suck at the insides of my cheeks, tasting blood, my body ready to explode with pleasure, knowing Corbin’s the one who did this to me.

I want to scream at myself,What the hell are you doing with your life right now, Kate?

But I don’t care.

I masturbate at work.

Then I wash my hands—extra—and I find myself smiling and blushing for the rest of my day.

I can’t stop thinking about what it’s going to feel like to suck Corbin’s cock tonight.

Chapter 8