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He looks downright edible with morning hair and that stubble running across his face. He squints a little, as he does whenever he's without his glasses, and his eyes dip to my mouth.

"You use Downy sensitive skin," I say.

"Mm. Right," he says, nodding.

"So youdohave sensitive skin?"

He reaches for me, running a hand through my hair as he tugs my face back into his chest. "No. I have a criminal with sensitive skin."

I push away from him, narrowing my eyes. "Is that another part of being prepared but not presumptuous?"

He nods as his hand slowly moves down my skin and rests on my ass. He pulls me up against him, his dick rubbing right where I want to feel him. "Well, on the off chance you wanted to hop on my dick, I thought having sheets that don't cause your eczema to flare up would increase my chances of getting an encore the morning after."

Lord help me, it does.

I have never had a man so enthusiastically change his laundry detergent. It's hard enough to get them towashtheir sheets, let alone wash them frequently enough and with the right product.

It's making me swoon.Hard.

I throw my leg around his waist and sit up, straddling him.

"Your wish is my command. How do you want me, handsome?"

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NICK

Thursday, December 19th

Tonight is the town's Christmas parade, and since I've completely run out of ideas to fulfill Noelle's community service, we're going to head down to the high school's float and ensure that candy buckets are distributed to every kid who's supposed to have one. I know before Noelle graces me with that beautiful smile of hers and a quick kiss on the cheek that she isnotgoing to be happy with me.

But I also know, thanks to the array of text messages she sent me, that she wants me so badly that shemightoverlook this.

And if not, I'm kind of curious to see what happens. Will she pout and try to hold out on me? I can see how that game will play out. I would kiss her neck and squeeze her ass in the way that makes a little whimper tumble from her lips, and I bet she'd forget all about it. Maybe she'd get annoyed with me and let out all her frustration with a little bit of angry sex.

I bet angry sex with her would be hot.

But I doubt we'd be able to hold onto any negative emotion longer than a few seconds.

I know I certainly wouldn't be able to.

When she pulls up outside my house, I'm waiting at the door.

She grins as she walks in, dropping her duffel bag inside the door and wrapping her arms around my neck to pull me in for a kiss. She's strong for the size she is, and all I can do is hold on as she kicks the door shut behind her and presses her back to the wall, her legs jumping up around my waist.

I'm hard in a matter of seconds, and very thankful that I planned ahead and stuffed another string of condoms into my pocket before she got here.

In case she decided to maul me in the entryway, of course.

I tear her out of her pants and fuck her like my life depends on it, right up against the wall of my entryway. I never noticed the way this area of my house echoes, but I think hearing her moan in surround sound is going to be my new favorite song.

When we've cleaned ourselves up and begrudgingly tugged our clothes back on, I give her one more indulgent kiss, relishing in the way her body bows so easily to mine.

And then I pick up her duffel bag, pleased at the weight of it–she must really be planning on staying a while–and bring it up to my bedroom for her.

When I come back downstairs, she's waiting for me, leaning up against the kitchen island with her phone in her hand.

"So, are you excited for community service today?" I ask.

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