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She unfastens the last button on my shirt and pushes it over my shoulders. Her teeth press into her lip as I pull the cuffs free and let it drop to the floor. She sighs and runs her palms over my abs to my chest, following a path to my shoulders and then down my arms, lingering on the one with the ink.

“I work out.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell. Your boobs are almost as big as mine.”

I grab a pec. “Are you calling these man boobs?”

She cups her own bare breasts and bounces them, then does the same to my chest. “Almost the same.”

“That’s it. I’ve had enough of that mouth.” I launch us onto the bed, straddle her legs, and run my hands up her sides.

She shrieks and laughs when I find a ticklish spot at her ribs.

I put my mouth next to her ear. “Shh! Someone’s gonna hear you and ruin our good time.”

She presses her face against my chest, stifling her giggles. I ease her legs apart with my knee and settle between them, my hard-on right where I want it. The easy mood grows heavy, then hot as I smooth my hand up the outside of her thigh, her skirt bunching.

I slide a hand under her ass, feeling satiny fabric. Lily skims my arms with her fingertips, then threads them through my hair, pushing it back so it doesn’t tickle her cheeks when I kiss her. We grind up on each other until I’m tired of too many clothes in the way of all the good parts.

I fold back on my knees and Lily sits up, going straight for my belt. I don’t stop her. I planned to lose my pants anyway, so there’s no harm in her helping out. She gets the buckle undone, pops the button, and unzips me. Before she can stick her hand in my boxers, I back up and step off the bed.

“Where’re you going?” Her hands go immediately to her breasts, covering them.

It bugs me that she does that. “Stop hiding your body from me.”

Her eyes go wide, and she bites her lip, but she eases her hands away from her chest and tucks them under her legs. “Sorry. It’s a habit.”

“Because of the ex?” She doesn’t have to say anything; the way her eyes dart away tells me what I need to know. “If I ever see that guy again I’m going to beat his goddamn dick off with my hockey stick.”

Lily gives a sharp laugh.

Pulling my wallet out, I flip it open and toss a couple of condoms to her.

She catches them and reads the label. “Seriously?”

“Seriously what?” I kick my pants off and lose my socks. I hate sex with socks on.

“Aren’t these the big ones?”

“You’ve had your hand on my dick before, that shouldn’t be a surprise.”

“Feeling and seeing aren’t the same thing.”

“You don’t think so?” I jump on the mattress before Lily can think about turning on one of the bedside lamps. The blinds let in enough illumination that I can see her without having to fumble around.

“’Kay, I’m ready.” I get on top of her and start humping, because I’m stupid like that sometimes. And it’s funny.

“What’re you doing?” She’s giggling again. I like that sound a lot.

“Shh. Not so loud.”

I roll us to the top of the bed, so we’re stuck in the pillows, push the covers halfway down and roll us back, shimmying around until we can slide under them. I make it so Lily’s on top, straddling my hips. The top of her dress hangs loose around her waist, and the skirt rides high on her thighs. I sit up, find the zipper and tug it the rest of the way down.

“Lift your arms, gorgeous.”

She raises them over her head, and I pull the dress up, purposely brushing her nipples on the way. I’m extra careful; seems like the dress might be fragile, so I don’t want to wreck it.

I’m right about the panties; they’re definitely satin, or something like it. There’s a delicate lace band around all the edges, and they’re pale. Pretty. Soft. Exactly like Lily.

I skim her sides, appreciating the narrow lines and fine curves. She’s lean and strong. She’s got a four-pack going on under that dress. I stick a finger in the waistband of her panties, pulling them back so I can peek inside. It’s dark, though, and I can’t see much of anything, so I go in a little farther.

“What are you checking for? You’ve had your fingers in my panties before; you know what’s in there.”

I glance up, taking in the smug look on her radiant face. “I’ve had a whole lot more than my fingers in there.” I turn my palm to her stomach and slide my hand over smooth, wet, hot skin. “Feels like you visited your waxer.”

“Were you hoping for the natural look?”

She’s all snark until I rub her clit. Then her jaw drops, and she drags in a gasping breath. I push her back so she’s lying on the pile of covers between my legs with her head near my feet. The elastic and lace of her panties stretch, and a faint tearing sound makes her grab my wrist.

“Don’t ruin my underwear! I just bought them!”

Withdrawing my hand carefully, I lean forward and kiss her stomach. “Did you get them for me?”

“No. I needed new ones.”

“I don’t think I believe you.” I suck on her skin as I go lower.

“That’s because your ego is as big as your dick.” The words come out a little breathless.

“So now you admit I’ve got a big dick?”

“I’d be stupid not to stroke your massive ego with your face where it is.”

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