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We get to our local strip mall and I park in the lot. When we get out of the van and start walking, I take a shot and hold Lara’s hand. It feels like the most natural thing in the world.
She gives me arealsmile this time and we keep walking.
The name of the store we’re headed for is—Sheet Street.It’s not fancy, but she’ll find what she’s looking for.
The glass doors part for us and when we step inside, I can see that Lara is underwhelmed. “Well, I guess Egyptian cotton with a seven-hundred thread count is out of the question.”
“What’s that?”
“Very comfortable,” Lara chuckles.
“Is that what you use at home?”
“Yeah,” she shoots her brow. “But now every time I think of any luxury I’ve ever had, I’m going to see Dom’s face on it.”
I tug her down the aisle, “Maybe you’re making a bigger deal out of this than you should?”
She frowns at me, “How do you mean?” then pulls me to the next aisle.
“Well, the club does business. We’re not a non-profit organization. That money comes from the stuff wealldo. So, you can imaginemyface on your sheets if you want?”
She turns to me forcing down a smile and bites her lip.
Jeez, I just realize what I’ve said.That’s a loaded statement if ever therewasone! I might as well follow through with it.
I back her up against a tall shelf loaded with towels and get my hands on either side of her, then slowly move in for a kiss.
My lips meet hers…she’s soft, warm and sweet. The kiss is testing.
I’m suddenly very aware of the fact that—this is my sister’s best friend.
But I don’t care.
When I feel her little Eskimo kisses—her nose playfully rubbing against mine—I take it as an invitation.
I slip my tongue in and meet hers. The kiss deepens.Her soft hand caresses my face and I feel her left leg graze my outer thigh as she brings it to rest on my hip. I can’t help myself and my hands make their way to her sweet round ass.The sound she makes when she moans into my mouth has me instantly hard.
She tastes like peaches and honey.She’s so soft. I want to take her right now.
“Ahem!”
I can’t help myself, I kiss her harder and she responds in kind. I bite her bottom lip before I go back in. We’re both breathing hard.
“AHEM!”
We stop and turn to the sound of the noise—it’s Mrs. Barry—her husband owns the store. Shit.
We’re in the towel aisle ofSheet Street.
I laugh as we untangle ourselves from each other, then mutter under my breath, “I guess that’s what they mean about getting lost in the moment.”
Lara fights down a smile. She’s blushing hard!
She waves to Mrs. Barry, “Bedsheets and duvets?”
“That way,” Mrs. Barry points to the right. “Aisle six.”
When the old lady leaves, Lara rubs her lips together, then rubs them with her thumb and index finger.
