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I opened the door.
She held up the charger. “You left this.”
“I didn’t.”
“I know.” She stepped inside and pushed the door closed behind her with her back. “Shut up, Liam.”
The robe came open in my hands. She was naked under it, warm from her bed, and she kissed me hard, pushing me back against the wall. Her hand went straight inside my robe and wrapped around my cock, and she made a small satisfied sound when she found it already hard.
There wasn’t time for anything slow. I lifted her onto the edge of the desk, knocking the kettle flying. She had a condom in the robe pocket, of course she did. She rolled it onto me with shaking fingers and pulled me in by the hips, and I pushed into her in one long stroke.
She bit my shoulder to stay quiet. It didn’t really work. I fucked her hard against the desk, the lamp rattling, her heels digging into the backs of my thighs, until she came clenching round me with a muffled cry. I followed seconds later.
We stayed like that, panting, foreheads together.
“I should go back,” she said. “Rosie will wonder.”
“Stay.”
“I can’t. Early train.” She kissed me once more, retied her robe and opened the door. Then she tossed the charger onto my bed.
“Keep it,” she said. “Something to remember me by.”
Ending 11 of 16: The Forgotten Charger. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.