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he pressed into me. I buried my face into my pillow, stifling my moan. I squeezed the sides of the pillow, and moaned into it until I ran out of oxygen, as he moved in and out of me. When I lifted my face I looked back at Ian; I reached my arm out and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him so he leaned over me. He kissed me, placing one of arms across my shoulders and hugging me to his body, my head leaned back onto his shoulder while his other hand was on my hip, grasping me as he thrust inside of me.
    I an released me and I started to moan again, and goose bumps crawled along my flesh, I was on my knees now, and I let my face sink to the bed as Ian held a handful of my thick hair, the other arm was snacked around my waist pulling me against him with each thrust. I let my eyes slide closed and pressed my lips together as he picked up a punishing rhythm and as I began to unravel around him he released my hair and gently placed his palm across my lips, and pulled me back against his body. I was unable to control the moans that ripped out of me with each sweet clench; I was practically bucking and he held me tight against him with the arm he still had around my waist.
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    The next morning, I was up before the sun, I looked at the large black star wall hanging that had a small clock in the center of it. It wasn’t even six in the morning yet. I got up and washed my face, pulled on a pair of yoga pants, and sweats over them. I put on wool socks, my running shoes, my thermal long sleeved turtleneck a warm hat that covered my ears and my thick hoodie over that. I made my way downstairs, it was still quiet, but I could hear soft footsteps as the maid cleaned up the house, and their cook made breakfast.
    Outside it was a clear blue sky, the sun was barely up, making i t look pale and muted, there were some birds stirring. I plugged my headphones into my phone, put on my favorite running playlist and began a brisk walk down the garden path. I followed it along my parent’s property, when I reached the end of the garden path I started to jog. There was a trail in the woods behind my parents property that I’d ran along every morning in high school while I was on cross country. I loved to run, it was a great way to release stress, and of course I had to stay in shape for work. I let my thoughts drift back to when I’d met Ian in Los Angeles.
    I had no idea he was even in the city , we never really stayed in touch with one another. My manager had an annual party every year in June for his wife’s birthday, this particular party started around seven at night and lasted until the early hours of the morning. I hadn’t even seen him at the party, I was talking with my friend Anessa when Jerry, my manager called me over to him. I was laughing hysterically at something Anessa said; when I was beside Jerry he turned me toward a man who was chatting with Justin Strong, one of the male performers of the year. His back was to me and Jerry winked at me while we waited for a moment to jump in.
    “Excuse me, Ian.” He said as the man turned around, and my smile evaporated. “This is Chaste Meridian, my top female model. But we’re hoping that she’ll consider performing.” Jerry beamed at me with pride as he introduced me by my modeling name. Ian only faltered for a second when he met my eyes, before he held his hand out to me.
    “Pleasure to meet you…. Chase?” He asked.
    “Uh, it’s Chaste.” I stammered as I stared wide eyed at him.
    “Oh? Chase is so much more fun. Jerry was telling me over the phone yesterday that you don’t do many vanilla shoots... interesting.” He was wicked.
    He looked at me appreciatively, as if he were honestly meeting me for the first time. I briefly wondered if he didn’t recognize me, but I knew he did, he had to we weren’t that out of touch. My intricate vine tattoo that carried across my shoulders, and lead to roses and thorns with butterflies and rose petals drifting down my left arm; they