8: Piccola.

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I cover my face with my hands when I see the wet spot on his slacks. It's not a small one either. How the heck did I get him that wet? And is it normal for there to be so much? I have no clue because this is my first freaking orgasm. "You marked me." He sounds smug about it, so I peek through my fingers. He's staring at the spot on his pants, smiling, but then it drops when another knock sounds at the door. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. He's irritated that someone has bothered us, and I have to admit I kind of forgot I'm at work right now. I always forget reality when Blake is near me. Everything but him goes out the window. He said he'd felt something different with me, and I want to believe that because I too feel different about him. He's unlike anyone else I'v

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