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I wiggle against him. “Didn’t we say we had to stop meeting this way?”

“You said it, I didn’t agree with it. But tonight, maybe I do.”

“Oh.” Here I am saying we shouldn’t have sex in the kitchen again, and now, when he agrees, my feelings are suddenly hurt. Good God, I’m all over the place lately.

He tips my chin up, and I stare into his gorgeous blue eyes that are filled with lust and hunger. “I think it’s time I put you to bed.”

My God, that is the best thing I’ve heard all day, but… “Ash, we can’t.”

“Oh, but we can, Gina. I think it’s a question of whether we should.”

He leans into me, presses his soft lips to mine again, and one hand slides under my backside to pick me up. I wrap my arms and legs around him and groan as I grow wet and needy. He moans and I revel in the taste of beer on his exploring tongue as it tangles with mine. I slide a bit lower on his body, and as his hard cock presses against my center, the world closes in on me. I try to think, but lust overshadows all reasonable thought.

He slowly breaks the kiss, his forehead to mine. “What’s the answer, babe?”

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Ash

I hold her hand, keeping her close to me, and I guide her up the stairs. We walk quietly, and it reminds me of my high school days, sneaking girls into my room when Dad was asleep. We stop outside Dad’s door, and when snoring sounds reach our ears, we check on the kids.

With everyone asleep, I take her into my bedroom, gently closing and locking the door behind us. She stands there, glancing around, an excited kind of nervousness about her. She steps up to the window and glances out. “It’s so quiet and peaceful here.”

“You like what you see?” I ask and with her back to me, she nods.

“I like what I see too.” She turns, a grin on her face as she sits on my window ledge. “The view is great.” I walk toward her. “The only thing that could make it better is having you out of these clothes.”

“You don’t like me in your sweatshirt?”

“No, I love you in it, but I love what’s underneath it more.” I slide my hands under the big sweater and run my fingers up her sides, brushing the outer edges of her breasts. By rights, we shouldn’t be doing this—heck, we never should have started anything last summer, but for some reason we just can’t seem to keep our hands off each other. I can only hope that by the end of the weekend, we’ll have gotten this—whatever this is—out of our systems.

“I love the way you touch me,” she moans softly.

“Look at that, our hobbies match perfectly, because I love touching you.”

“That’s what this is, a hobby?”

“Something you pursue for enjoyment. I’d say so.”

She grins at me and lifts her arms over her head, wanting her sweatshirt off. I grip the hem and peel it over her head, and she’s in her blouse and bra. “So many layers,” I complain with a tsk. I try to work the small buttons, but it’s not easy with my big clumsy fingers. I fumble and she backs up, out of my reach. My heart stalls. Is she putting a stop to this? If so, I’d commend her for her actions, and for having brain cells that currently work.

“How about I help you out?”

I groan, and drop down onto the bed to watch the show. She sways slightly as her small fingers work the buttons, slowly, tortuously.

“Are you trying to do damage?” I shift and tug on my pants as they tighten around my thickening cock.

“Oh no, that’s not good.” She finishes the last button, and with her blouse swaying open she drops to her knees and releases the button on my jeans, giving me a measure of relief. The hiss of the zipper is music to my ears, and once she has my cock free, she doesn’t go back to stripping. Nope, she bends her head and takes me into her mouth.

“Sweet fuck.”

I angle my head, watching the way she takes me to the back of her throat, and when she moves to the tip, the way my cock glistens in the light nearly pushes me over the edge. “Babe, that is so good.”

I grip her hair and tug it to the side as pleasure wracks my entire body. She moans in delight, loving what she’s doing to me, and I slide her shirt from her shoulders to expose her creamy flesh. Leaning forward, I unhook her bra with a flick and she doesn’t take her mouth off my dick as she shimmies out of her clothes.

Her breasts sway beautifully as she pleasures me, and all I want to do is take them into my mouth and suck until she’s crying out my name. “Babe,” I groan, working to keep my voice low. The last thing we need is to wake anyone in the house.

I put my hands on her shoulders as she takes me deep and I try to tug her off. She moans in protest, and a tortured chuckle rumbles in my throat. “If you keep it up, this will be over before it gets started.”

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