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And that could affect her running schedule, too.

I stay close to the water, scanning every face that appears in the distance. Just before the quarter-mile mark, I spot her. A bright pink sports bra hugs those delicious tits, and a black pair of spandex cups that tight cunt. She makes her way toward me and stops when she’s about ten yards away.

“I wasn’t sure you’d show,” I say, catching my breath, putting my hands on my waist to stop them from touching her.

There’s no reason to put them on her or to even give her a hug. We aren’t friends. I have a wife less than a mile from here who will do whatever I ask of her. Piper’s nothing more than a chick I’ve slept with. But, shit, she feels like more than that. And the desire to feel her skin underneath my fingers is burning through me.

“I’ll admit I’m a bit sore, and it almost kept me from running, but I’d still come down here even if I had to just walk.”

“Sore?”

Her cheeks flush. “You know”—she points at her pussy—“down there.”

I laugh a l