Page 129 of The Art of Almost Losing It

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I wonder how hard her nipples are.

I move my hands up her back to her neck, cup around her chin, and slide those two dirty fingers in her mouth.

Feel her suckle on them.

I’m so fucking hard right now.

I force myself to swallow.

Her pussy’s right there, ready for my cock.

Dani moans against my fingers.

Spreads her legs apart.

Her ass arches in the air.

“Actually.” I jerk my hand away abruptly. “I’m not interested. It’s not doing it for me.”

“You’re not… It’s not…” Dani raises up on her arms, breathless. “Graham…” She pleads as I walk out of the bedroom, out to the balcony.

Outside it’s freezing—it’s about to snow—but I’m boiling hot.

See? I am in control.

I’m not some sort of deviant.

A woman was offering me her pussy—her virgin, untouched, pristine pussy—and I walked away.

I’m proud of myself.

I still have it. Still have self-control.

It’s a game I like to play with women.

Seeing how close I can get while still not falling over the cliff.

I don’t even watch porn. Never jack off.

I’m not falling into the eternal abyss.

I don’t even look over my shoulder. Don’t want to see Dani with her tight nipples under the T-shirt, her juices slick on her thighs in my bedroom.

Because—and I’ll never, ever admit this to anyone, ever—

But I was dangerously close to falling.

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DANI

“Yay! You did it! I’m so proud of you. You conquered your fears!”

“Okay, so I might have misrepresented things…”

“Girl, I’m texting Gran to have her cancel the cake we ordered from Alessio’s.”

“No! I love Alessio’s cakes!”

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