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“No.”

He pushed my panties to the side and slid two fingers in while I was still sitting on that counter.

I gasped into his mouth.

“Fuck.”

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I said no.”

He worked them in me slow, then harder, thumb on my clit, kissing me nasty while I rocked on his hand. Months of begging Xay for something and getting a forehead kiss. This wasn’t that.

I reached down and undid his belt myself.

That was the point of no return and I knew it.

He looked at me once.

I nodded.

He pulled me to the edge of the counter and pushed in.

I promised myself, I wouldn’t yell in that big quiet house.

“Ahhh fuck!”

Failed.

“Shit—Levin⁠—”

“You good?”

“Don’t stop.”

He didn’t.

Deep. Hard. Counter knocking into the wall behind us. My legs locked around him. Guilt in my chest and still I was meeting every stroke.

The second I knew we had officially was fuckin, something inside me panicked.

Not enough to stop.

But enough that my husband’s face flashed through my head.

I shut my eyes.

Levin noticed.

“Look at me.”

I didn’t.

“Sam.”

I opened my eyes.

“Don’t.”