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She’s silent for a moment, and then speaks up. “Will you touch me like you did when we’re not playing?”

“Do you want me to?”

Britain’s smile is shy, and she nods. “Yes, I really do.”

“Good, because I plan on touching you…a lot.” I cup her face again—I just can’t stop touching her. “Just remember we’re going at your pace, but sometimes I’ll push you, but no more than you can handle. I think you’ll be able to handle a lot.”

After the pizza is done, we snuggle together on my sofa while we eat. She tells me stories about her nieces, and growing up with two significantly older brothers.

“So they all helped you rebuild your car?” I’m fucking impressed that she did, or helped do, most of the work on her car.

“Yep, of course there is stuff that we couldn’t do, like reupholster the seats, and my dad’s buddy helped put the engine in, but we did everything else.” She gets on her knees next to me. “Do you want to drive her? I’ll let you, but you have to let me drive your Porsche.” She bounces up and down excitedly, and my eyes drift to her bouncing tits. “Ummm…eyes up here, big boy!” She laughs, and shoves my shoulder.

I can only shake my head because she did catch me staring at them. “They bounced, and I looked. I’m only human—they’re nice tits.” She shakes her head at me. “You’d really let me drive your baby? Do your brothers get to drive it?”

“Nope, I’ve only let my dad drive it. You must be pretty special.” She winks before snuggling back into my side. I kiss behind her ear and smile when she does a full-body shiver. I don’t miss the goosebumps that pop up on her arms.

“I’ll let you take the Cayenne tomorrow. I’ll take yours.”

“Awesome.” Britain wraps her arms around me, smashing her tits into my side. She yawns widely, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. She lays her head on my shoulder.

“Why don’t you go on up? I’ll be up in a minute.” She hops up and then my eyes follow her ass on the way up the stairs.

After picking up the trash, I shut the lights off and head upstairs. I find Britain is already asleep. I head into the bathroom to brush my teeth, and then climb into bed with her. I’ve never been a fan of sleeping with a woman…I like my space and tend to get hot. But do I stop her when she rolls to me and practically wraps her body around mine? No—I wrap my arms around her, hugging her tightly to my chest.

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I open my eyes and find that I’m in bed alone. The scent of coffee hits me, and I sit up. After climbing out of bed, I use the bathroom and brush my teeth. Before I head downstairs, I look toward the patio and see Britain is standing outside, staring out at the view. I throw on a pair of basketball shorts and walk up behind her, wrapping my arms around her chest. I kiss her temple and breathe in her scent.

“Morning, baby,” I say softly.

Britain leans against me. She hands me her coffee cup, and I take a big sip of the slightly sweetened brew. I take another drink before handing it back to her. “Sorry if I woke you.”

“You didn’t. I just woke up, and the bed was empty. Did you sleep okay?”

She nods. “I did. It’s just the first night sleeping somewhere different.”

We head inside and downstairs. Britain sits at the counter and watches me while I make some eggs and toast. She’s due at the shop at ten, which gives us some time to hang out before work. After eating, she kicks me out of the kitchen while she cleans up. I’ve never liked sharing my space, and definitely not my bed, but I want her in my bed all of the time.

When she finishes, she crawls onto my lap as I check emails on my desktop. By the time I finish she’s snoring softly, her breath tickling my neck. Without waking her, I kick my feet up onto my desk and lean back in my chair.

I feel myself start to doze off, but Britain begins to stir. Her eyes are heavy with sleep, and she’s got the sweetest, dopiest grin on her face. “I fell asleep.” She buries her face in my neck, and I wrap my arms around her. The faint hint of strawberry fills my nose as I bury my face in her hair.

“You did. I’ll let you have the shower first.” I get up and set her on her feet. She looks so tiny all of a sudden as I look down at her. “Get your ass upstairs before I drag you to bed and don’t let you out until sometime next week.”

Her eyes widen comically before she sprints upstairs. I chuckle when the bathroom door shuts. I head upstairs more sedately and pull out dark gray dress pants and a robin’s egg blue button-down shirt out of my closet. I lay them on the bed and grab everything else out of my dresser.

When Britain steps out of the bathroom, she’s dressed in cutoff jean shorts and a red t-shirt that shows off her defined arms. I kiss her lips before walking right by her into the bathroom. After showering and with my towel wrapped around my waist, I stand at the mirror and quickly shave. Throwing on my boxer briefs, I head back into my bedroom.

Britain’s sitting up in my bed, playing on her phone. She looks up, and I don’t miss the way her eyes peruse my body. Of course my cock notices and begins to get hard. Her cheeks turn pink as she stares at it. “He’s got a mind of his own. Just ignore him,” I tell her.

She crawls toward me and I don’t dare move. The last thing I want to do is spook her, or for her to freak out again. My dick is fully erect now, and I try with all of my might to make it go down. Britain reaches the end of the bed and gets up on her knees. She looks so young and innocent right now. Of course I’m not into that fetish…maybe.

The silence is killing me. “Can I see it?” she asks.

“See what?” I know what she’s asking, but I’m going to make her say it.

Her cheeks turn bright red, and she looks down before turning her face back up. “Can I see your penis?”

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