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Not immediately.

He kissed me, hard, deep and for a long time.

Then he rolled me to my belly, positioned between my legs, shoved his knees deep underneath me so he was sitting back on his heels and pulled me back on his cock.

Taking him, my neck arched, I came up on my hands, and my powerhouse thrust into me.

Mo was feeling it at the same time feeling like making a seriously good memory of it, so he didn’t let me control it.

To do that, he had to stop the action to switch positions so he could fuck me in a variety of different ways.

But we ended with me back in his lap, face to face, my legs up his chest, Mo on his ass, his arms around me, driving me down on his cock.

And we were kissing.

Later, I fell asleep in his arms and the last thought I had was that I’d been right.

That night was the best.

But add the end of it?

It was living the dream.

So I didn’t get a Hot Bunch guy.

I got my Dream Man.

And the best of all of that…

My Dream Man got his Dream Girl.

EPILOGUE

“NOT WHILE I’M AROUND”

Lottie

I stood in my bathroom wearing some pink satin sleep pants with a cream, brown and pink striped waistband that made them look like girlie boxer shorts.

I wore nothing else.

I was staring at my breasts.

I’d had the surgery.

I’d also had the drama before the surgery.

It was same-day, even if I also got a lift to repair some of the stretch. And I was out of commission for only five days, though that was about not trying to do too much or lift anything too heavy.

The bummer was, I couldn’t dance for six weeks.

That said, the whole thing wasn’t that big of a deal.

However, I learned it was when I was going under the knife with Rock Chicks, Morrison Sisters, Hot Bunch and Commando Boys at my back.

But the worst was Mo.

You would think I’d had heart surgery.

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