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He ran his hand up and down her back. slid his other one down to rest on the smooth skin of her bare thigh. Heat unfurled low in his belly, pushing his irritation to the back burner.
What the hell was he doing, bitching about family and work when he had this beautiful, willing woman curled up in his lap.
"No, I'm sorry. I love my job. I love this place, I really do. But working with family can be challenging, to say the least."
She gave a soft laugh and kissed his neck, then gave his earlobe a soft nip. Another rush of heat, and his cock stirred, tenting out the front of the gym shorts he'd slipped on after his shower. "I'll remember that if Liam ever asks me to go into business with him."
He bent his head and kissed her, groaning as her lips parted under his and her fingers slid through his still-damp hair. Damn, she tasted good, the fresh taste of her toothpaste mingling with her own sweet hot flavor. He lifted his head, ready to move things over to the bed. As he went to lift her from his lap, he glanced down.
Heat surged between his legs and his breath caught in his chest. Any lingering thoughts of work and family evaporated into the ether as a smile spread across his face. "Is that what I think it is?"
"I was wondering when you were going to notice." She slipped off his lap, stood up, and did a little twirl.
Sure enough, she was wearing the blue sleeveless sweater with "SGHS" in red letters across the front. The V-neck offered just a hint of cleavage, enough to make him want to bury his nose there and take a deep inhale of the fragrant skin.
And on the bottom... a tiny little pleated blue skirt with red piping, so short it barely covered the round curve of her ass.
He swallowed hard. "Where the hell did you dig that thing up?"
She stood in front of him, one hand on her cocked hip, the fingers of the other twirling the end of her ponytail. "I was in the attic, going though some old things, and there it was. I can't believe it still fits," she said.
"Looks better than ever, far as I can tell." He rose from the chair and moved toward her.
"Well a year and a half ago I don't think I could have zipped it up—"
He silenced her with his mouth and pulled her to him, then slipped his hands up the back of her skirt and cupped her ass. He lifted his head and grinned when he felt the stretchy fabric covering them. "You even wore the special undies."
Call him weird, but back in high school, the briefs had been a major part of the turn-on. They were like tiny little shorts, made to cover more than regular underwear and keep the cheerleaders' modesty intact.
Never mind that they clung to every curve, offering JT glimpses of Colleen's perfect, spandex-clad ass every time she unselfconsciously bent over.
"Didn't feel right without them," she said as she twined her arms around his neck.
He yanked his T-shirt over his head and took her mouth again—sucking, stroking, tasting her with his tongue. "Please don't tell me we're just going to make out all night," he teased and ground his cock against her stomach.
"No way. Tonight I'm going all the way with you, and I don't care what the kids at school have to say about it."
He kissed her again, backing her up until her knees hit the edge of the bed. He slipped his hands under the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head.
Her hands went to the side of her skirt, but he stopped her when she would have pulled the zipper down.
"No," he said as his hands slid up her back to undo the clasp of her bra. "This is part of the fantasy." He slid the straps of her bra down her arms and threw it on the floor. His breath hissed between his teeth as the hard tips of her nipples grazed his chest.
He pushed her back onto the bed and rested one knee so he was leaning over her. He kissed her mouth, her neck, down her chest. "This is the part where I get to slide my hand up this tiny skirt." He propped himself on one elbow while his other hand moved in concert with his words.
He ground his palm into the mound of her sex as he sucked one nipple between his lips. She gasped and arched against his hand and mouth. Inside his shorts he lengthened another inch.
"Then I slide these off." His fingers hooked in the waistband of the briefs. She lifted her hips off the bed so he could pull them down and off of her legs. "And then I slide my fingers inside you, and you're so wet and ready for me."
She arched her back and dug her fingers into his shoulders as he did just that. And God, she was so wet, so tight as he thrust his fingers in. His thumb circled her clit, and she stiffened with a little cry. "And then I make you come, and come, and come some more."
His mouth closed over her nipple again, sucking hard as he fucked her with his hand, his thumb moving in sure, firm strokes.
It didn't take long before she was calling his name, squirming against his fingers as he urged him to go deeper. She clenched around his fingers like a hot, wet, vise, and he knew she was close. One more firm stroke of her clit, one more thrust of his fingers, and she came, shuddering against his hand.
He slid his hand free, his dick throbbing at the way she pulsed around him, like she didn't want to let him go. He bent to kiss her, and thought there was no better feeling than knowing he had created that sleepy, satisfied expression on her face.
"Sounds like you gave that a lot of thought," she whispered against his mouth.
