Campbell didn’t need to be reminded of the blank six weeks that had been cut from his life when he was a high school senior. He picked at that still-raw scab every minute of every damn day, replaying the erotic scenes leading to his flame-out over and over at night.
First he’d been groaning in utter bliss, finally thrusting inside Lily’s tight, wet sheath, as deep as he could drive himself, his hands kneading her soft breasts, his lips grinding against hers as he swallowed her ecstatic moans of pleasure. Pumping, pounding, screwing her in the back seat of his Camaro for all he was worth, lightning bolts arcing faster and fiercer across the night sky. Long past counting how many times they’d made each other come.
Until his brain short-circuited.
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