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Justin gathered Stephanie close, her body still trembling with the after-effects of her climax. He smoothed a hand up and down her arm, reveling in her soft skin, her warmth as she snuggled next to him.
“We should get you undressed,” he murmured, his other hand going for the remaining buttons on her uniform.
“Hmm but I don’t want to get up.” She rested her head on his shoulder, her hair tickling his mouth.
“But I want you naked. And you’re here to satisfy my every need, remember?” He nudged her in the ribs with his fingers, giving her a little tickle.
With a giggle, she leapt out of bed, hurriedly stripping herself of her clothing. He watched, enjoying her every jiggle and shake, the sway of her breasts as she bent to tug the thigh highs off, the gentle curve of her belly as she pulled the uniform over her head.
He liked her curves, her womanly figure. She had something to grab onto, not like the other women he’d dated. Women who’d worried over every bite they didn’t shove into their mouths. Women who’d dressed impeccably, looked perfect but didn’t like to get mussed up.
Those women had been no fun. Pretty to look at but heaven forbid you touch them in the wrong way. Most of them hadn’t even been that great in bed, he could finally admit that to himself.
Stephanie was warm and easy to talk to, and she made it so easy for him to relax. She liked to let loose, have fun, get a little dirty.
He was comfortable with her and he didn’t find that a bad thing. Not comfortable in the sense of it being boring, no. What they had he could definitely not consider boring.
But what would he consider it, what they shared?
“Okay.” She dived underneath the covers, her now chilled body wrapping around his, making him shiver. “It’s cold. You’re nice and warm.”
“Come here.” He slung an arm around her shoulders and brought her close, smoothing a hand up and down her arm to warm her up. “Should I turn on the heat?”
Stephanie shook her head. “It’s not that cold.”
They were silent, the light from the small lamp on the bedside table illuminating the room in a warm glow. His lids grew heavy, his heart rate slowed and he realized he felt content, sated.
“Maybe I should go.” Her small voice sounded in the quiet and he squeezed her shoulders.
“Why?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s getting late. I have a long drive home.”
“Stay,” he whispered against her forehead before giving her a lingering kiss there. “Stay the night.”
Again, here he was asking her to stay the night at his home. Some sort of record for him, he was sure.
But he liked having her here, in his house, in his bed. Hell, he’d enjoyed having her in his kitchen, making him dinner, taking care of him, indulging him in his every whim.
She gave to him without asking. People were always asking something of him. And if they weren’t asking, he was giving anyway.
It felt good to be on the receiving end for once.
“I have to be at work tomorrow.” Her slim hand rested on his chest, her fingers drawing lazy circles, playing with his chest hair and he closed his eyes, enjoying her simple touch.
“Ah yeah, it’s Sunday.” Regret filled him and he wished she didn’t have to go.
If she were with him, truly with him, he’d ask her to quit her job. Hell, she wouldn’t need it if they were together, he could take care of all of her monetary needs.
“I can stay for a couple of hours.” She nestled closer, her face pressed into the crook of his neck. Breathing deep, he felt her every inhale and exhale, her sweet breath wafting against his skin, making his cock twitch.
Damn, she only had to breathe on him and he was ready and raring to go.
“Yeah, stay.” He kissed her forehead again, her temple, the tip of her nose. Opening his eyes, he found her smiling up at him.
