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There was a beat of silence. Yep. I sounded like a jackass.

“I know it wouldn’t be intentional,” I added. “But think of how amazing it would be to surprise him.”

“I guess you’re right,” she said with a sigh. “I need to see how these day trips go first anyway. I don’t want to rush myself.”

“I agree. Toby will love seeing you, Holly. He misses you. I can bring him to see—”

“No,” she said quickly. “No, I need the motivation. Don’t bring him to me. I’m going to get better.”

“Holly…” I bit down the instinctive urge to tell her not to try. To tell her I’d solve her problems. That was exactly why she didn’t stay married to me. I enabled her to avoid life. “You do that,” I said finally, even though my heart ached at the thought that Toby would have to endure spring break without seeing his mom, and he’d probably ask me why we couldn’t go to Minneapolis. I’d have to come up with some reason, and once again, become the bad guy when we were finally getting to a better place.

But telling him his mom wanted to use seeing him as an incentive, and it hadn’t been enough to get her here… That was not an option.

I managed to get Holly off the line and headed down the stairs. “Hey, sorry, for the interruption. I hope you haven’t lost interest. I know it’s late and you’ve got school.”

Clark stood and faced me, eyes simmering with promises. “I’ll gladly go in with no sleep if that’s what it takes. I can’t go one more day without being with you again.”

I reached for his hand and drew him toward the alcove off to the side of the living room. “The sofa is visible from the stairs, and my bedroom is too close to Toby’s,” I said. “I hope you don’t mind less than stellar accommodations.”

He glanced around, taking in the mostly empty room with the exception of a few boxes and tools and the tall windows with sheer curtains. “The better for you to fuck me against the wall before I go.”

My breath caught. “You mean, like…”

“I want you inside me,” he said. “After you earn it, that is.”

My cock hardened in my jeans, the thought of his tight heat almost too much to bear. His teasing taunt somehow made me all the more desperate. “I’ll earn it,” I rasped, voice so low and gravelly I barely recognized it. “Tell me what to do.”

“Strip,” he said. “Then stand in front of the window.”

I arched an eyebrow. I didn’t take Clark for the exhibitionist type, though I couldn’t deny the thud of desire pounding through me at the idea of exposing myself that way. Still, my neighbor across the street was about eighty years old. That thought was less hot.

“There’s no light in here,” he said, as if reading my mind. “It should be fine.”

“Okay,” I agreed, not wanting to spoil the fantasy by requiring too much explanation. “I’ll put my naked, vulnerable body on display at the window. Is that all I need to do?”

“For now.” He held up a finger. “Get started. I’ll be right back.”

He darted out of the room, and I was curious what he could be doing, but eagerness drove me to pull off my T-shirt instead of following. I yanked open my jeans button, then shoved my pants down, shivering as I glanced toward the windows. I sure as hell hoped he was right and the lack of light meant no one could see me. My cock was thick and heavy, pointing directly at those windows. If I cast even the slightest silhouette, no doubt, my neighbors would know what I was doing.

Clark came in behind me and tossed down a couple of couch cushions. “I hope this is okay? I want you to fuck me against the wall, but this is real life. I’m probably too heavy.”

I glared at the cushions, wanting to tell him that he was wrong, but realistically, I worked in an office and maintained decent muscle mass through occasional workouts. I wasn’t some strongman. “Maybe. But I’ll definitely give it the ole college try.”

Clark grinned. “Good. I want to explore my fantasies, but not at the cost of breaking you.”

I tugged him into my arms a little more forcefully than I normally would have. “Don’t worry about breaking me,” I said. “I’m twice your size.”

“Mmm, I know. It’s sexy.”

“You’re sexy,” I countered, dipping to kiss him.

I got lost in the kiss, enjoying the slickness of his mouth, the fullness of his lips. But Clark nudged me back. “Turn and face the wall.”

He’d surprised me again, but I’d sat there tonight and told him I wanted to try everything. I’d meant it too. If he actually did have that dildo and decided to break me in, I’d take that and more. I’d learn new things about myself, about what I wanted in sex and relationships, and I’d thank him for the lesson.

Then I’d fuck him into the wall the way we both desperately wanted.

I turned, placing my palms against the wall and bracing my arms. At least I was no longer facing the window, which eased my mind some. Clark placed a cushion behind me and went to his knees, putting his face level with my ass.

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