Page 53 of Volatile

Fuck. That body. “What are you doing?”

“I like to sleep naked.”

“Ah....” As soon as his pants dropped, her words fell off a cliff. She couldn’t think straight with his semi-erect penis staring her down. That thing was bigger than most full-sized.

“Is there a problem, Ivy?”

She looked down and began typing. Calling would be the best thing, but she was taking the weasel way out. “It’s just that you said nothing sexual.”

Staying over at a friend’s, she texted. Not Wes. Won’t be home until morning.

“Just because our clothes are off doesn’t mean we have to take advantage of it.”

He pulled aside a corner of the covers and slid inside. She couldn’t disregard him anymore when his body came into the bed, when she could feel him so near. His bare skin—Wait. “What do you mean our clothes?”

“That’s part of staying over. You have to remove yours too.”

He leaned over, the sheet falling down his chest, the sight making her a little quick in the breath. She’d be nuzzled against that all night with nothing in between them. Would his cock grow fully hard with her next to him? And if so, how would she ever be expected to sleep knowing that?

This was hardly the first time she’d slept nude with a man, but never this man. She pulled off her shirt while he watched with a smile on his face. So what? She lay flat and kicked off her skirt and panties. No big deal. He cleared a spot right next to him, and she slipped in. It was just a naked slumber party. He took her in his arms and pulled her tight against his body, the hard length of him invading all her soft surfaces.

Fuck. Her question was answered. He was a rock.

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