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plenty of time to talk to her later—right now, what I needed was time to myself. I’d just been through quite an ordeal, after all, and I still hadn’t processed it all.
    I removed my restrictive clothing and put on something a little more comfortable before retiring to my bed. Once I was down on my down comforter, I started reviewing the events of the morning and afternoon in my head. I still couldn’t get over how forgiving and generous Anthony had been, and how he’d managed to completely turn the situation with London around. I couldn’t believe how we’d so narrowly escaped London’s blackmail attempts, and how London had so narrowly escaped ending up in the slammer.There was so much I couldn’t believe, and so many thoughts kept rushing in and out of my head. But, through it all, one thought kept reoccurring—and, thankfully, it was a good one. Despite all the ugliness and beauty that had come from my day so far, my mind kept returning to the more raw thoughts, to the thoughts of me an Anthony, together in his office. Of all the things I couldn’t believe, I couldn’t believe I’d had such great sex that morning.
    Less than a few hours earlier I’d been writhing and contorted in passion. I’d had a handsome, powerful man inside me, and we’d found the peak of pleasure together. I didn’t want to lose thoughts of that in thoughts of everything else that happened, and, as I called to mind the particulars of our encounter, I felt my hand, inadvertently, trailing over my body.
    First, I lightly grazed my breasts. My nipples were a little hard and perky, and I imagined Anthony’s soft lips wrapped around them, gently sucking. The mere thought of his mouth on me sent shivers all over my body, and I let my hand continue to trace them.
    The next thing I knew, my hand was buried between my legs, and my fingers were playfully dancing around my most sensitive regions, where Anthony’s fingers, mouth, and cock had been earlier. I hadn’t showered since being with him, and I imagined that some of his sweat and saliva was still on my body, like a territorial marking, telling the rest of the world that I was his and he was mine.
    I continued to play with myself for a little longer, and, trust me, it didn’t take me long to work myself to orgasm. All the frustration, excitement, longing, and recollection helped me reach my conclusion rather quickly, and rather powerfully. My legs shuddered when I made myself cum, and, as they did, I felt as if something had been released from my body, like a geyser had erupted, or a pimple had been popped.
    As I laid there, catching my breath and collecting my thoughts, I could feel myself drifting off to sleep. My hand was still in my pants, but I was too tired and relaxed to move it, and, quite frankly, I didn’t want to. I’d had a long, difficult day, and I deserved the comfort.

Chapter 8
     
    “Kirby?” Mom shouted. She wasn’t screaming or hollering, just talking loudly. “Where are you, honey?”
    I heard Mom twisting my doorknob and had just enough time to remove my hand from my pants before she entered. I had no idea how long I’d been sleeping, but the light coming through my windows was still bright, and my fingers were still wet and slippery.
    “How did today go?” Mom asked, walking into my room as if she had free range. I ran my fingers over my shirt, hoping to wipe away any lingering scent of my self-gratification.
    “Okay,” I said, sitting up in bed. I was a little dazed. I’d just woken up, mind you. “I got a call from Dessert Oasis, in town. They want me to come in for an interview on Wednesday.”
    I was so proud of what I had to tell Mom, but she just looked at me as if I were crazy. ‘That’s good,” she said, hawing over her words. “But what happened at Parker & Swift this morning? I tried calling you earlier, but there was no answer.”
    Shit! So much had gone on that I wasn’t supposed to tell my parents about that I’d forgotten to