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it.
    I cry out. I don’t care if anyone is watching. If anyone hears me. All I want is to be with him completely, for him to hear this sound and know that he caused it.
    My legs buckle. I push them together tighter, squeezing his cock with my cunt and my thighs as he thrusts faster, faster, until I do as he asks.
    My orgasm is so intense that it hurts. My hands tense into fists and then go lax. He thrusts forward one last time, burying himself in me.
    Then we’re both quiet. His grip on my hips loosens, but he doesn’t move away. I’m sore between my legs, but for some reason I love the hardness of his body, the feeling of him behind me and on top of me—this man I still don’t know the name of.
    My elbows hit the floor and I rest my cheek on my knuckles. I begin to become aware of my own breath. The sweat cools on my skin. The place between my shoulder blades, where his head rests, feels hot. His cock is still hard inside me. He flexes it, and my cunt instinctively tightens, trying to hold it still.
    He wraps an arm around my stomach and falls to the side, dragging me down with him. My limp arms are sprawled over the floor as he hugs me to his chest. I hear his heartbeat slow.
    Suddenly the reality of what just happened hits me.
    I just fucked a man I didn’t know.
    A man who’s been sending me anonymous letters for over a year.
    And he’s holding me like he intends to never let go.

Chapter 7
    “What’s wrong?” His voice is husky, dazed. I shiver. “Nothing.”
    “You shouldn’t lie.” His grip on my body tightens momentarily. “Do you not want to be close to me?”
    I don’t know what I want .
    I can’t bring myself to say it, so I try to breathe evenly.
    “Do you want me to let go of you?”
    Yes. Maybe . “I don’t know.”
    He rolls me onto my back and plants one arm over my shoulder while the other keeps my body still. His face is about five inches from mine, but I can’t see anything beneath that mask.
    I could have just fucked anybody.
    The idea that had gotten me so wet just a few moments before starts to freak me out.
    His hands brush aside the strands of hair that are stuck to my cheeks. “What’s wrong?” he asks again.
    Heat flares across my face. Thank God he’s wearing a mask because there’s no way I could look someone in the eyes after, after, after… After whatever the hell just happened. I hadn’t even been capable of speech for the most of it. I remember him asking me questions, me crying out. Me demanding him to fuck me. Me using the word fuck like that, to a guy while his cock was right in front of me.
    I’m almost glad my grandma isn’t alive, with her lumpy hugs and lumpier cookies. I remember the concerned look in her eyes when she wagged her wooden spoon at me, warning me about holding hands with boys. Yes, holding hands . She was worried I’d hold hands with someone before I turned twenty-five. I’m only twenty-one and here I was…just ugh! She’d be so disgusted with my behavior.
    And then I remember that she’s in heaven, watching me, and I want to die on the spot.
    Oh God. I’m going to hell.
    “Laura,” he whispers.
    “Um…” Am I supposed to be saying something?
    “You’re embarrassed?”
    His accent makes me shiver. Did he mean to ask if I was embarrassed after he fucked my brains out? Of course I was! “I just…I think I should go.”
    He stops breathing. His hands flex, and he pulls my hair. “Sorry,” he whispers when he sees me wince.
    “Um…” I realize I don’t know his name. I just fucked a guy, and I don’t even know his name. Why hasn’t he told me his name? What am I supposed to call him? Masked man? “This isn’t some kind of joke, is it?” I squeak.
    “What?” His voice sounds genuinely concerned. I don’t know if that’s a bad thing or a good thing.
    “I mean, the football team isn’t going to jump out from behind the bleachers and begin high-fiving you, are they?”
    “Why the fuck would they do that?”
    The