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EVERETT

The bedroom was twenty feet too far, so I turned and set her on the counter. “This is why we need the condo. We’ll never have sex in the kitchen at the Brady Bunch house.”

“I didn’t realize kitchen sex was necessary.” She sighed as I ran my hands up her thighs, wrapping my fingers around the slip of fabric she called panties.

“Then you’ve just made my second point.” I slid them down her legs, tossed them over my shoulder and got back to work sucking kisses to the sensitive inside of her thigh. “We need freedom to do all the things we’ve never done. Kitchen sex. Shower sex. Bathtub sex. Balcony sex.”

“That is a magnificent bathtub.” Her fingers gripped my hair, grazing my scalp. The jolt went straight to my straining cock. “Not sure about the balcony.”

I paused, looking up at her from between her legs. “Babe. Balcony sex is a must. At least once.”

She shrugged. “I’ll try most things once. I’m just not sure I’m an outdoorsy, semi-public kind of girl.”

That balcony was far from semi-public with its high walls. And outdoorsy fun-times were high on my fantasy list. “Please don’t tell me that’s a no to boat sex.” I was already shopping for the right cushions. The off season was going to be wild.

And fun. So much fun.

“Boat sex? I hadn’t thought of that.”

This was the best part of falling in love with my best friend. We already knew each other so well. We knew all about our pasts and the triggers there. We knew what we liked and didn’t like. We had no need for messy misunderstandings or a getting-to-know-you phase. The only things we didn’t know were the sexy ones. Which meant we were free and clear to explore and enjoy without any other baggage.

I slowly stood back up and began unbuttoning my dress shirt. “Oh, my little siren. There are so many things we’re going to learn about each other.”

She shivered, her eyes lighting up as I got naked for her. She reached for the strap of her dress and my hand shot out to stop her. “I have plans for this dress.”

“Well then.”

I took her hand and placed it on the counter beside her spread thighs and hooked her fingers over the edge. “Just like that.” Then I did the same to her other hand, positioning her like she was a model I was about to paint. “You’re gorgeous, Willa.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

The sass was strong tonight. But I was probably to blame since I’d been shoveling it all night. I wrapped my hand around my very hard, very ready dick and stroked. “Back to my earlier question. Are we practicing or are we playing this game?”

She did that thing where she nibbled on her lower lip, her eyelids getting all hooded and sexy. Her chest rose and fell like she was breathing harder and all I wanted to do was flick those straps down so I could see it all bare.

“I suppose,” she said all breathy and aroused, “that depends on what kind of wedding we want. A big formal affair in the off season?”

I gulped. Big and formal didn’t sound like us at all. And the off season was so far away.

“Or?”

“I think a quick wedding on Calusa Key with just our families and a few friends sounds perfect.”

My ring glinted on her finger. I couldn’t wait to have one of my own. “I like the sound of that.” It would be hard to squeeze in, but we could do it. Our families wouldn’t care if it was a quick party and then we were back on the road. “How soon?”

“The first day we can find.”

My dick throbbed in my hand. “Oh baby. You want this, don’t you?” Ever since the image first popped into my head of going in bare and filling her up, I’d been obsessed with the idea of having a child with her. I wanted to fuck her senseless, get her pregnant, and start a whole brood.

And this from a man who didn’t want a second date only a few months ago. Falling in love was wild.

“Very, very much,” she practically moaned.

Then it was time to get started. I lowered one strap and kissed her shoulder, then lowered the other. She kept her hands right where I placed them as I shimmied down the top of her dress and sucked one of her perfect nipples into my mouth.

“Oh, Everett. That feels so good.”

I palmed her other breast, grazing her nipple with the pad of my thumb until she arched her back, thrusting them into the air for me. “That’s my girl.”