Page 35 of Three Little Words

Neither of us moved.

“Benny—”

I leaned down, my hands on her waist, and kissed her the way I’d wanted to these past few years.

She tensed, but then relaxed.

Her arms lifted, wrapping around my neck.

This was exactly what I wanted.

“Bryn…”

“Benny…”

She looked up at me and sighed. “Get in the car.”

* * * * *

We came through the front door like we always did—already kissing, already pulling at each other’s clothes.

Bryn pushed me toward the couch. I tossed my shirt to the floor.

She dropped her blouse with it.

I unhooked her bra, and she slid it off, letting it hit the floor.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” I said.

“Shh. Don’t say anything stupid.”

“Okay, okay.” I leaned down to kiss her again, silencing myself.

She rose up on her toes, arms around my neck.

I unzipped her skirt and pushed it down her hips.

She was wearing lacy panties underneath, the back high-cut to expose her ass cheeks.

As if I wasn’t already hard for her.

I grabbed her ass with both hands. She pushed her hips forward, moaning against my mouth.

I pulled back, just a little. “Bryn.”

“Shh.”

“I want you so bad.”

“I can tell.”

She ran her hand over the bulge in my jeans. I moaned, my head tilting back.

She undid my zipper.

Her hand slid inside.

Her fingers closed around my cock and she gave me a slow stroke.

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