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“Call first.”

“I’ll do that.”

His deep, rumbling laughter echoes down the hallway as he goes. I hear him say something, probably to Monty, and a couple of moments later, the front door closes. Smiling to myself, I lean against the bathroom door and bury my face in my hands.

“Oh my God,” I say and laugh.

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SLATER

After grabbing a beer, I sink back into my chair, flip on the tube, and quickly find a ballgame. Not that I’m really paying attention to the TV. I just need the background noise to distract me from my current train of thought, which, of course, is Sierra Kelly. She is definitely not the same little girl I used to know. That little girl has grown up into a goddamn sexy woman with a round, squeezable ass and full tits I’d kill to have my hands and mouth on.

Five-two and petite but with curves for days, she’s got a college sorority girl-slash-cheerleader look that turns me on, with green eyes that sparkle like emeralds. I close my eyes and think about having those full, heart-shaped lips pressed to mine—not to mention on other parts of my body—and feel my cock stiffening almost immediately.

“Fuck,” I mutter to myself.

I know I should put a pin in these thoughts. Like right now. She’s my best friend’s kid sister. Shit, I shouldn’t be having these thoughts about her simply because I knew her when shewas literally a little girl. Granted, I’m only ten years older than she is, but given the fact that I’ve known her since she was like, basically in diapers, makes it kind of creepy. At least, it should. Probably.

Despite that, I can’t stop seeing her naked body in my mind. It’s like it’s playing on an endless loop. I’m not sure if walking into that bathroom when I did was the best or worst stroke of luck I’ve ever had. It’s crazy. The one thing I know for sure is that I’ve never had such a primal reaction to any woman before. I’ve never wanted anybody as instantly as I wanted Sierra when I walked through that door and saw her standing there, naked and dripping wet.

Doing my best to push those thoughts of her out of my head, I polish off my beer, then get on my feet to grab another one when there’s a knock on the door. I set the empty bottle down on the table, walk over, open it, and then pause when I find Sierra standing there.

All I can feel is disappointment that she’s wearing clothes.

“Hey,” she says.

“You’re dressed,” I say. “What a pity.”

Her cheeks turn red, but she laughs. “Don’t be a perv.”

“I am what I am,” I reply. “Please. Come on in.”

As she passes me, I can’t help but sneak a peek at her glorious, heart-shaped ass. Her jeans frame it perfectly, but seeing it without her pants was even better. It’s taking all the strength I have in my body to not reach out and grab that sweet, soft, round little ass with both hands. I close the door and follow her into the living room. She’s looking around and standing with her armsfolded over her full breasts, which are also perfectly displayed beneath her tight shirt.

“Nice place,” she says. “It’s cleaner than I expected.”

“What? You think I’m a pig?”

She grins. “No, but I know you’re a bachelor.”

“That’s such a stereotype,” I tell her. “For your information, I don’t like filth or chaos. I prefer a tight, clean ship, thank you very much.”

“I can see that. Everything is so clean and organized; it’s like type-A heaven in here.”

“Like I said, I am what I am.”

She looks pointedly at my bookcases. “You’ve got a lot more books than I expected.”

“What? You don’t think I read?”

“As best I recall, you never read much before. You were always way more into sports and cars,” she replies.

I shrug. “Things change. I’m still into sports and cars. But now I read a lot. I’ve found that life is all about balance, kid.”

“You’re a regular renaissance man.”

“Yes, I am. I can even cook now.”

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