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Chapter Nine
Rory’s POV Hours later, and after being f.ucked so many times, and given so many orgasms, that I lost count, I finally hear the soft snores of my bed mate. I assume he is just as worn out as I am, the man was insatiable, and the early morning light streaming through the window of the room tells me that we are well into New Years morning now. This is possibly the most reckless thing that I have ever done, but as I shift slightly and I feel my muscles protest, aching in a way that isn’t unpleasurable but also in a way that I don’t remember having felt before, I can’t make myself feel bad about what I just did. The only way I can even describe the ache, is as though I’ve just done a ridiculous workout at the gym. I snort out a laugh at the thought of me ever being seen in a gym, thank you
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