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I didn’t see Harper leave for work as I’d hoped. I’d barely slept, thinking about her. I’d had to take my d**k in hand not once but twice to ease the ache for her. Remembering how she looked when she came finished me off in record time.
When Gray and I came back from our morning three-mile run, I noticed her car was gone from the parking lot. Yeah, I was taking note of her car like I was p***y whipped. Six-thirty was early to go to the office, but this was the last week of the semester—she’d shared that over pizza the other night—and her schedule was crazy busy.
Watching her walk in those sky-high heels she seemed to wear would have made my half hour of jump roping much more enjoyable. Instead, I’d thought about the feel of her toned thighs beneath my palms, the silk of her pant
