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“Two hours,” I garbled around a yawn.
“I dreamed of you.”
My yawn froze like I’d been plunged into a vat of liquid nitrogen. “What did you dream about?”
A soft hum was her answer.
Fuck.
My dick reacted to that hum.
Hair trigger, much?
“Where was I?”
“The shower.”
The immediacy of her answer told me she’d been stringing me along for effect. Two could play that game. “What was I doing in the shower?”
A soft smirk curved her lips. “Getting clean.”
I snorted. “Is that all?”
“You were very, very,verythorough.”
“There’s a shower in the jet’s bathroom,” I informed her.
“Nah, you were too thorough for a five-minute cleanup.”
She bit her lip and then reached over to place her hand on my abdomen. I tugged on her wrist, encouraging her to straddle me. Then, I settled my hands on her hips which was when I discovered that, at some point during our sleep, she’d dragged off her jeans and wore only the boxer briefs she kept stealing from me.
I lifted the duvet and peered beneath it to take a look at her.
“My boxers suit you better than they do me.”
She snorted. “That’s because you don’t get to see your ass in them.”
“No, I prefer this view.” I let my thumbs arc downwards, mimicking the V-shape of her apex, framing it with my hands. “You going to show me this?”
A soft, surprised breath escaped her. “You want to see?”
“Does it save time to loop an algorithm instead of duplicating and ultimately having to debug malfunctioning code?”
She blinked then grinned. “DRY.”Don’t repeat yourself.
I smirked at her pun. “Nothing about you will be DRY.”
“You’d prefer me to be WET?”Write everything twice.
My thumbs rubbed in a gentle circle. “I think you know the answer to that.”
She arched up higher and wiggled her ass. “Go on then. Start moving.”
With permission granted, I tugged on the waistband of the briefs and drew them over the ripe swell of her ass. She wasn’t skinny; she wasn’t just curvy—she was muscled. Solid. I should have stopped watchingAmerican Gladiatorswhen I was a kid. It totally fucked me over in the sack because her body was my idea ofthebest time.
With the briefs trapped in the crease between hips and thighs, revealing her upper mons, I gritted my teeth as I locked my eyes on where I most wanted to be.
She didn’t give me a sexy strip tease, just made me jump by bouncing once on the bed and using the momentum to stand. She kicked her leg over me, shimmied the fabric down her thighs, straddled me once they were puddled around one ankle, then seamlessly returned to my lap.
