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“Yes, but this might be overly tight. It’s, uh, been a while for me.”

He links our fingers together and rests his elbows on the couch beside me. “How long’s a while?”

My face goes up in flames, and I divert my eyes. “Uhhh…a long while? Are you going to make me say it?”

“No,” he replies quickly. “If you’re not comfortable talking about this, that’s okay. We can ease into that conversation, but just to be upfront with you, it’s been about three years for me.”

“Seriously? Have you seen yourself in the mirror?” My brain just can’t compute women not lined up to date him. Not only is TD completely gorgeous, but he’s a police officer, and I know the uniform is like catnip to a huge demographic of women.

He grins again. “I have seen myself in the mirror, yes, but I don’t know, I just haven’t been that interested in dating. I’ve been harboring a crush on one of my best friends for a while now, and everyone else just seems to pale in comparison.”

“Oh.” This is still a little wild to me. We’ve been friends for so long, and even though I’m past the whole dating my friend and messing it all up issue, it still leaves me a bit flabbergasted to know he was crushing on me as long as I on him.

“Yeah, so I’m just hoping I last longer than three minutes, El,” he adds, pulling a worried look.

My mind races, and before I realize what’s happening, I blurt out, “Nine years.”

Shock registers on his face. “Did you say nine years?”

This would be the perfect time for the world to implode or some other equally devastating natural disaster that wipes out all living organisms.

I pull my hand from his and use it to cover my face. “Yes,” I mumble.

Warm fingers wrap around my wrist and gently pull them out of the way. “This is going to make me sound like a complete asshole, but I’m a little relieved you don’t have a black book three inches thick.”

A giggle slips from my lips. “No black book, Thomas. Hell, I don’t I even have a hookup’s number in my phone.”

TD growls and narrow’s his eyes. “Let’s keep it that way, shall we?” He leans forward and presses his lips to mine. “You know, I’m a little pissed off at the men in the area. There was this amazing, beautiful woman they could have had but were too fucking stupid to see it.”

I shrug. “I’m a busy single mom. That doesn’t exactly scream sexy.”

He moves toward me once more, his eyes dancing with desire. “I think it’s sexy as fuck, El. You’re so damn sexy,” he tells me, running his hand up my thigh and sliding it around to my rear.

“I think you’re sexy too,” I reply, my voice suddenly all breathy.

“What do you say? Wanna get naked with me?”

“Yes.” My answer is instant and absolute.

He reaches for my panties, which are stretched and askew, and slides them down my legs. When they’re gone, he moves to my bra and releases the front clasp. The warmth of the fire warms my bare chest, and my nipples pebble under his gaze. “Christ,” he mutters, running his hand through his hair and down the back of his neck. “If I would have known you were this perfect beneath your clothes or swimsuit, I would have tried this years ago.”

Smiling, I take a moment to enjoy my own view while he’s distracted. But my view of his chest is ruined when he bends over, his warm mouth latching on to my right nipple. The smile falls from my face as zings of pleasure sweep through my veins.

TD licks and sucks the first nipple before moving on to the second. His big, warm palm cups the one he’s not showering with attention from his talented mouth, rolling the nipple between his fingers.

Suddenly, he pauses. “You haven’t gotten off in nine years?” he asks, looking at me.

I shake my head. “I didn’t say I haven’t gotten off in that amount of time.”

His right eyebrow arches and a wicked grin spreads across his face. “I’m going to need to know more about that, El.”

“No,” I insist. “That’s private.”

“Yes, but also sexy as fuck. I can’t stop thinking about you touching yourself. Did you use your fingers, like this?” he asks, slipping one hand between my legs and gliding his fingers through my wetness.

“Yes,” I whisper through a gasp. “Like that.”

“Did you push a finger inside your pussy, El? Like this?” he asks, slowly pushing a finger back inside my body.

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