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What the fuck, Jillian?Stop talking. I was nervous, babbling away, and undoubtedly, annihilating the mood. Killing my chance of all those future hookups with him.

“That’s hot.”

Or not….

“Take it off,” he said in a raw voice. I shimmied off him and stood, dropping my soaked panties and shorts. “Everything, Jillian.”

He watched with hooded eyes as I pulled my shirt over my head, his fist wrapped around the muscle that amazed me so much. I wondered if I’d ever get used to it. If I’d feel giddy each time I saw and felt its strength. This was only the second time, but damn….

I shook my bra off my shoulders and kicked aside my insecurities. No, they were not perky twenty-year-old tits, but Chase didn’t seem to mind. I focused on the way he looked at them, not on the way I did.

He took out the condom himself and rolled it on. Then he crooked his finger. “Come here.” I felt a little off-balanced because he was still fully clothed while I was not. His cock was the only thing exposed, and even that was covered now. It may have been a necessity, but it was also a shame to mask something so magnificent.

God, Jillian, it’s just a penis. No need to worship it like it’s the cure for PMS and menopause all wrapped in one.

I straddled my knees over his lap, lowering myself until the tip penetrated me. He grasped hold of my hips and worked me down farther, inching me onto him slowly, controlling the movement until I wanted to scream.

I felt so full inside, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to jack my body against him hard, experience him completely. He gave me just a bit of leeway to undulate my torso while he played with my breasts, twisting my nipples until they ached with pleasure.

Chase took the control back, tilting me backward just enough to feel exactly what I needed. He hit me in all the right places, making me rethink the whole just-a-penis thing. It wasn’t—it was a magic wand. Stroking and gliding and electrifying.Oh, God, Lord, Jesus….

“Fuck, Jillian.”

His grip lessened as I cried out, the grand finale blowing off behind me and wafting the smell of gunpowder into my nose.Boom, boom, boom. The last of the holiday’s pyrotechnics rapidly fired all at once, exploding along with us. How apropos.

I was fading fast, going down. I slumped forward, my forehead colliding with his shoulder. He stroked my hair as my thoughts coagulated into unintelligible clumps. I knew I had to get off of him, but why?

“Let me take you out, Jillian.”

“Out?’

“I’m going to pick you up, and we’re going out to dinner.”

My lids felt like elephants were hanging from the lashes. They were down to my cheeks, and I couldn’t lift them “No date,” I mumbled.

“How could it be? You don’t date younger men.”

“Right.”

“Is that a yes to dinner then?”

“Mmhmm.”

Istretched my arms above me and rolled my head from side to side. I was face down and drooling all over my pillow. What time was it? My mouth tasted like someone had used it for a toilet. I kept my eyes shut a bit longer and just lay there, trying to keep up with the drum solo playing inside my head.

I dropped my arms and turned over, rubbing my hands over my upper arms. They were bare, and I had little bumps all over them. I was… cold? It’d been a while since I felt that in my bedroom. Eyes still closed, I burrowed under the blanket, trying to go back to sleep.

The heaviness in my abdomen wasn’t allowing that to happen. I needed to use the bathroom, but I was chilly enough to ignore that urge as long as I could. It must have been a scorching night because I didn’t sleep naked otherwise.

Before too long, my body forced me to take action. My head hurt, and I just wanted to get back to bed as soon as I could. What day was it? I tried to remember if I had to work early.

I pushed down the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed, hopping down. I crossed my arms, my feet trudging across the wooden floors. I wasn’t sticking to the ground. What was going on? Maybe there’d been a freak snow storm in July.

I rounded the corner and entered the bathroom without turning on the light, grabbing my robe off the hook. Or maybe I was still dreaming. That’s why things were so weird.Oh, please, God, don’t let me wake up in a puddle of pee.

I washed my hands and pinched myself twice before leaving the bathroom, deciding the odds of me still sleeping were stacked against me. I doubted I’d feel this shitty in a dream.

I reminded myself of a slug as I slogged down the hallway. I needed to get a super-sized glass of water before anything else. My tongue was nasty and had little furry animals shedding all over it. Blech.

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