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“Fuck, baby, you’re going to kill me.”

“Good?”

“Holy fuck, good,” Barrett says. He’s red and sweaty, breathless, his belly heaving as he works to get air into his lungs.

I don’t know what to do now. His spent cock rests against the inside of his thigh. Even deflating as it is now, it’s a pretty cock.

“Take your pants off.”

From my knees, I rock back on my heels and stare up at him. “What?”

“Take your pants off,” he repeats. “It’s my turn now.”

Chapter 28

Barrett

“That’s not what this is about,” she says, a little nervously.

“I want to taste you.”

From between my spread knees, she stares up at me. “Barrett…”

“Baby, I want you to relax and get out of your head. An orgasm will help you. Right?”

She nods, hesitant.

“So let me help you out the same way you helped me. I want to bring you pleasure.” I soften my voice to conceal how much I want this. Need this.

She doesn’t look convinced. “You want to…?”

“I’m all about equality,” I tell her with what I hope is a confident grin. In reality, I’m freaking the fuck out. I came this fucking close to telling her I loved her. I was half a second from blurting it out. So burying my face in her pussy? Yeah, let me tell her I love her in another way, the only way she’ll accept it from me.

Diana rises slowly to her feet. I offer her a hand, and she takes it, her calloused palm sticky from touching me. She stands nervously in front of me.

“Now what?”

It’s my turn to stand. Tucking myself away, I do up the front of my jeans and then set my hands on her hips.

“Now, it’s my turn.” My eyes dip to the front of her jeans. “May I?”

She undoes the button, and I pull down the zipper over her mound, my thumb stroking her over the denim. She shudders, and I move my hands to her hips, working the thick material down and over her ass. When the waistband is lowered enough, I cup her thick ass in my hands, massaging gently.

“This okay?”

She nods, holding her breath. “Y-yeah.”

“You’re good?”

“I’m good.” She still sounds a little shaky.

I caress the thin line of her thong to where it disappears between her ass cheeks. “You’d tell me if you weren’t?”

Her eyes flash. “I’m not some innocent virgin, B. I’d tell you if I wasn’t having a good time. Get on with it.”

Laughing, I step back and pull the denim down over her legs, helping her step out of it. She’s wearing soft pink cotton panties. Sweet, innocent.

Urging her backwards, she climbs onto my bed and falls back against the pillows, her dark hair a perfect halo surrounding her.