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Linc nodded. “Now that makes sense. You may proceed.”

She continued to weave a fantastical tale of Maurice and Dusty and their lusty adventures as he worked the oilfields during the day, but came back to her doublewide every night.

“So, what makes you think this will be a best-seller?”

“I’m pretty sure I can write a good sex scene.” He watched as she picked up a long noodle and sucked it down, her cheeks hollowing out. He forgot what they were talking about.

“Linc, are you done eating? Because I am.”

He stood up in a daze and took her plate from her and dropped all the dirty dishes into his sink, not even bothering to soak them.

“Let me change,” she said as he stalked over to her.

“Honey, I don’t care what kind of bits of froth, silk and lace you have waiting for me in that suitcase of yours. I don’t have time for you to change.” Leila let out a sharp squeak when he put her over his shoulder and started toward his bedroom. She kept squirming but made no verbal protests. Her wiggles were driving him wild, and he didn’t know if he could make it to the bedroom.

“Stop that,” he commanded as he slapped her ass.

“No, if you’re going to do that,” she panted. “Why would I stop squirming?”

He swatted her butt again, but this time he left his hand on it and squeezed. She had a great ass. He couldn’t wait to see it in his bed again.

“Put me down,” she demanded.

“As you wish,” he smiled as she slipped down the front of him until they were nose to nose. He gave in and kissed her. It was a slow and languid hello, between two lovers who knew one another but had been parted long enough that they needed to reinforce their connection.

So good. So, fucking good.

“Leila, touching you was my dream. But right now? Having you in my arms. This is perfection.”

He felt her body tremble. “Sheesh, with words like that, we’re going to have to skip the fucking and go straight to the making love part of our program,” she whispered.

“It’s true. I’ve missed you so goddamned bad. It was like I was missing a limb.”

“Let’s talk about the two weeks you were gone before that. We didn’t get to have phone sex during that time, or anything.” She breathed the words into his ear.

The hot air of her breath made his cock even harder.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’ve become a fan of phone sex with you. Only you. But not tonight. Tonight, I don’t have to dream, because here you are.”

She settled herself down onto the side of the bed, and he pulled off her coral sweater and tossed it over his head. Then he smirked when he saw the padded bra. “For me?” he asked.

“I wasn’t sure if we were going out to dinner tonight or what, but a lady does not have her nipples out and proud for the world to see. My mother would have a fit if she ever saw that.”

“That’s fine by me. I like the idea of all your beauty being my very own secret treasure.” He unhooked the back of her bra, then drew it down her arms. Soon the utilitarian garment also went over his head, and he was back to pleasuring her breasts, and doing everything possible to drive her insane.

“I need your slacks off. Now.” He found the fastening for her tailored pants on her hip, and he unzipped them. He took off her pants and panties at the same time.

“So unfair. Why are you always dressed, and I’m always naked?”

“Good planning.”

Linc traced a circle around her belly button with his tongue, then leisurely licked her all the way up her body until he kissed her trembling lips. Kissing Leila was a dream. Her lips were so pillowy soft, and when they rounded to suck his tongue in deep, his cock pulsed.

He let go of her and pulled off his shirt, and got out of his jeans in record time.

“Ohh, naked. I like naked.”

He didn’t have time for talking. He turned her body so that her legs hung over the side of the bed. He grabbed a condom out of the nightstand, and put it on, then took one of her long, beautiful legs and slid it over his shoulder.