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“Is that the best you can do?” she fishes, tilting her head.
“Sunshine, there’s not even a second place if every woman in the world was lined up next to you.” I mean it. Maybe I’m letting on too much and leading her on, but, I’m not a good liar and it’s the goddamn truth.
I can tell by the way her heart creeps into her eyes, making them wide and bright, that telling her the truth was the right thing, even though it’s what makes that wind whip harder, the future storm more destructive to admit how I see her. Like she’s everything.
She eats and glows across the table from me. “So, Dash… boss…friend…what are we going to do with this thing?”
“Thing?” I mumble.
“There’s a thing here between us. Even if it’s only just the sex, there’s a thing.”
I nod. There is definitely a thing.
Trying to be mature about it, even though my cock is shouting like a horny teenager not to say the words, I do. “We probably shouldn’t do that again.”
My words make her pull a face, but she shrugs me off. “Well, what if I disagree?”
My damn heart nearly explodes. It’s everything to be wanted by a good-hearted woman like Molly. But I don’t know what to say. I know I’m not the one for her. And I know the longer I’m around her, the more we connect like that, all warm, and sensual, and melting into each other, the worse this will be for me when she realizes she can’t fix me and finds someone who isn’t broken.
She waits for my answer, but my mouth is all cotton when her cell beeps.
She gets up and finds her cell still on the counter, left there after her midnight snack. Her long, silky hair cascades down over her face, and I think about what she just said. She wants to do this again. She wantsmeagain. And I sure as hell want her.
What if for once in my life, I see what happens? Loosen the reins?
The jersey stuck to her ass cheeks, the ones without underwear, convince me letting go one more time, hell, maybe even a few more times… If she can handle it. I can.
The devil on my shoulder is back. He tells me I won’t get a second morning like this. This goddess in my kitchen, with her pussy open to me, wanting me… calling me to fill her up and take her again.
She bends over to prop her elbows on the counter and text someone back. She shifts her weight from foot to foot, and her ass cheeks take turns dancing for me when she does.
Molly is so. Damn. Tempting. My cock twitches and fills with red, hot-blooded man lust. I’m only a man after all…
I get up quietly, stalking her, bent over and typing something back to whoever interrupted our…thing.
One more time.
I paint my body along her curves, my boxers already full, and ease my steely dick into the delicious gap between her juicy cheeks. I lean myself into her very position, my body flush with hers. The scent of her hair intoxicates me even though it’s not strawberry now. Her natural, comforting pheromones fly up my nose and drive me toward self-indulgence.
Something about how our bodies align like they were made for each other makes this all seem inevitable but it isn’t. I’m just a weak man; weak for this person who is as strong as she is gentle. Hard-working as she is playful. Angelic as she is human. I find myself craving opposites. Only gluttony and trouble will follow.
A thin slice of boxer brief fabric stands between me and being inside again. I’m right up on that bare ass of hers. The jersey is bunched up, sitting on top of her heavenly hips. I guide my hands along her hip bones and down to the front of her, teasing along that sensitive crease between her hip and pussy lips.
“Mmm,” she purrs. “Now this is breakfast.”
I swipe my finger along her smooth outer fold and small amount of prickly hair growing there. She’s so fucking real. “You’re still hungry, Sunshine?”
She giggles, but it sounds a little nervous. “Starving.”
I shove the rest of the jersey up and over her hips and shove her ass into my hips, hard.
I lick my fingers and glide them up and down the seams of her already slick core. She’s so wet even the creases at the tops of her thighs are damp. “Is this all for me? Like some kind of signal for me to come and get you all dirty again?”
She reaches her hand around and strokes my length through my boxers. She tries to push them down, but without facing me, it isn’t easy. “Life is too short to be clean all the time.”
I ease my boxers to the floor and kick them off to the side. My fingers are soaked with my saliva and all that arousal dripping out of her. I tug at her hair, and she arches her back, taunting me with those full hips of hers. I twist the length of her hair around my hand to get a better grip.
“Mmm. Are you hanging on to your reins, cowboy?”
