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I smile at her words. “Well, I did try your apartment at first. But I guessed you weren’t in, and then—” I shrug my shoulders “—I just knew you’d be here. I know you, I know Dean. Let’s just call it a hunch.”
“Wow, Detective Brock,” she teases gently, half turning to check on the milk before returning her gaze to me.
“That’s me.” I shoot her a grin.
A faraway look comes over her. Smiling to herself, she asks, “Hey, do you remember when we used to watch football together? Me, you and Dean?”
“Yeah, of course. Although that seems like a long time ago now.”
“Well, I never really was interested in the football. I only watched it because you were there. In fact, I spent most of the time staring at you while you and Dean were engrossed in the game.” She cocks her head and looks at me inquisitively. “You knew I had a crush on you, didn’t you? That’s why you never wanted to spend any time alone with me, why you were always awkward and made excuses to leave the room or be somewhere else. I always thought it was because you didn’t like me, but now . . .”
I grin at her words, a little embarrassed by the truth. “Yeah, you got me. I knew you liked me. You were just . . . so young. It didn’t feel right, you know. Plus, you were my best friend’s little sister . . .” My voice trails off, and I look Nina up and down, taking in her womanly figure, trying to recognize the skinny girl I once knew. “But now . . . well, look at you. You’re all grown up. So damn beautiful. Now it’s me who can’t stop staring at you. You’re so damn distracting.”
She giggles a little at my words, pouring out some cocoa and bringing me over a steaming mug. She hands me the mug, our hands brushing against each other.
We stand there and chat for a while, sipping on the steaming hot chocolate, talking about old times.
As Nina collects the empty mug, I pull her close and kiss her, caressing those soft, sweet lips with mine.
“You should stay tonight,” she whispers in my ear, voice low and filled with promise. “We can take the guest room.”
“It’s getting late. What are we waiting for?”
She gives me a seductive smile before turning away, hips swaying as she walks toward the stairs.
I follow, eyes on her perfect butt as she climbs the stairs slowly as if teasing me. I catch up with her and grab her butt, shooting her a grin. “I couldn’t resist.”
Nina giggles and skips off to the doorway of the spare bedroom.
“You know,” she whispers, voice low, “when you used to stay over, I’d fantasize about you coming to knock on my door in the middle of the night when Dean was asleep, declaring your love for me, and . . . well, doing things to me I could only imagine at the time.”
“Well, here I am,” I say. “There’s no need for fantasies tonight.”
I grab her by the waist and pull her into the room, closing the door behind us. I kiss her hard, claiming her sweet mouth as mine. She tastes sweet, and I lose myself in her, letting her fill my senses.
She moans softly as I pull her against me, the delicious little sound urging me on. Desire rises within me, my hardened cock twitching in my pants, longing for her.
I pull back just enough to look into her half closed eyes. Her face is flushed with passion, her heavy-lidded eyes clouded with lust.
“You know I’d never cheat on you, right?” I whisper. “I’d never do anything to hurt you. You’re everything to me. I’d do anything for you.”
“I know that now,” she replies, smiling sweetly. “Now, stop talking and show me how much you care about me . . .”
She squeals with delight as I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my hips as I kiss her deeply, carrying her over to the bed. I whisper, “Now, tell me about these fantasies of yours.”
Nina smiles, a naughty gleam in her eyes. “Well, there’s one with you carrying me just like this . . . and then you throw me on the bed and have your way with me.”
“Sounds doable enough.”
“Is it?” she raises an eyebrow.
“Yes,” I tell her, tossing her onto the bed, watching her tits jiggle as she bounces on the mattress. I climb up over her. “You know what else is doable?”
“Me?” Nina asks, grinning.
“That’s right.” I claim her mouth in another passionate kiss, my cock throbbing almost painfully in my pants. “I’m going to replace all those silly fantasies with something real. Next time you play with yourself, you’ll be thinking about this.”
“Don’t overpromise, mister. You’re sounding terribly cocky,” she says, even though I can see from the fire in her eyes that my words are turning her on.
