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A “safe” place, anyway. This was hardly a good place to relax, as evidenced by Avril subtly pushing her hips back. It took Liam’s resilience not to grab hold of her curvaceous figure and pull her the rest of the way back.

Wait… whywasn’the doing that?

Idiot,he thought, then followed through with his desire. If ever there was a time to put his hands all over Avril, it was right now. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her back the rest of the way. Her heavenly butt found his hardening cock, and glancing over her shoulder at him, eyebrow lifted by amusement, she swirled her hips gently.

“Careful,” the beautiful woman warned, lifting the ice cream scoop. “No pants, no service.”

“I’m just admiring one of yourmanyenviable aspects,” Liam said, grinding his cock into her butt. It sent a thrill through him, spreading like electricity racing down powerlines after the fix to a power outage. God, he wanted to fuck her right now. But when didn’t he?

“What other ones are out and about?” Avril asked, batting falsely innocent eyelashes.

“Funny you should use that choice of words,” he responded, pressing deeper into her. At the same time, his hands began their excited climb up the deep curves of her body—and he did find her skin slightly cool to the touch. He almost made a joke about it, but he found his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. Her figure was sublime, and his hands ached to linger andexplore more of her sides. He didn’t let them. Not this time, at least.

“Funny?” Avril purred as his hands edged closer to the fabric of her sports bra. “Intentional.”

Grinning, Liam leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck through her vibrant hair. His fingertips buzzed with anticipation as they climbed the final few inches of creamy, smooth skin before they met fabric. There, they settled, but only briefly. Like the end of an arduous climb up a cliff face, they took a rest right before the summit.Summits.

Slipping his fingertips between her bra and skin, Liam cleared his throat when Avril didn’t react. More loudly, he did it a second time when she remained inactive.

“Oh,sorry,”she said, wearing a cheeky smile as she glanced back at him. “I thought you had it covered.”

Her arms went up afterward, bending at the elbow as she set her hands behind her head as if he were intending to throw handcuffs around her wrists. Damnit, now he had to push throughthatfantasy. Unbeknownst to them both, it was one that he would eventually make good on.

Once Avril had dropped the top half of her apron and bumped her butt against his cock for good measure, Liam finally started to let her breasts escape their snug confines. He made sure to take his sweet, sweet time, and he even got a shiver out of her.

“Cold?” he whispered.

“Yes, freezing. We’re in anice cream shop,silly boy.”

“Yeah, but I’m feeling plenty warm,” he replied, lifting the bra higher. Her breasts escaped, though his visibility was poor for that specific delight. It was a price he paid, as it allowed him to set his lips on the newly revealed skin of her back. Kissing it multiple times, he carried her bra up past her shoulders, then her head, all the way up to the crook of her arms.

Before Avril could make another wisecrack, he let go, letting her decide where to put the thing. He focused on getting his hands where they desperately wished to go. His warm palms pressed into Avril’s sides; his fingertips landed on the sides of her large breasts. The contact thrilled him with another thunderbolt of desire. The anticipation burbled at the cauldron's edge, about to spill over.

“Should I put my apron back on?” Avril asked teasingly.

“Go ahead, then turn around and let me have a good look. Maybe a few pictures?”

“Maybe,” Avril cooed. Depositing her bra with the rest of her clothes, she reached down to collect her apron. Slowly. Intentionally slowly.

Liam moved a little less slowly. He didn’t rush; he had the self-control to resist charging ahead. He also had the experience—more and more with each coming weekend. Especially with these beautiful breasts.

As Avril slowly began to grip the fallen half of her apron, Liam slid his fingers beneath her breasts. Even with all his familiarity, their heft always caught him slightly off guard. Combined, they must have weighed five or six pounds, and he lifted them slightly with his hands. It almost felt like a necessity, some undisputable urge, as though he couldn’t start to explore before reminding himself of just how much there was to explore.

Liam's hands arced upward like a sunshade rising to dampen sunlight rushing through a window. They followed the perfectly curving slope of Avril’s full breasts, then skimmed across the front. Over two stiffened nipples, which he knew she would also say was solely because of the coldness behind the counter, then up to the gradual end of her breasts. Up a little higher, fingertips gliding over her collarbone, then the base of her neck. Then back down, with Liam kissing her shoulder blade as he resettled his hands beneath her breasts.

“You love my titties,” Avril chuckled.

“I love your titties,” Liam confirmed, feeling no abashment at all to admit it.

And she loved it when he touched them. As evidenced by how she’d paused when his hands had started their journey. Slow had become frozen, and the apron would have to wait a little longer before it could cover her stomach and breasts.

On their next journey, he circled his fingertips in gentle motions as they made their climb. Avril drew in an appreciative breath, pushing her whole body into him. Not as sensitive as Anna, but still sensitive. He was happy about that. He didn’t ever want her to feel bored or impatient when he touched her.

Making their way toward her areolae, he stayed soft and pleasant. Circling her pert nipples over and over, he resisted the need to pinch them too quickly. Rather than a breath, this attention received a tremble. Avril’s breasts rose with each deep breath she took, and she indulged even longer in the continual bliss he provided. The heat, too, which his fingertips spread with each circular pass.

“Say when,” Liam whispered, taking full advantage of one of the rare times when he was wholly in control.

More often than not, he would have expected Avril to bite her tongue and resist. But that was apparently the last thing she wanted to do right now.

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