suppressed
a
groan
deep
in
his
throat.
He
tried
to
think
of
other
things
and
glanced
around.
He
liked
the
way
she
had
decorated
the
place,
totally
differently
from
the
way
her
parents
used
to
have
it.
Her
mother’s
taste
had
been
soft
and
quaint.
Shelly’s
taste
made
a
bold
statement.
She
liked
colors—bright
cheery
colors—evident
in
the
vivid
print
of
the
sofa,
loveseat
and
wingback
chair.
Then
there
were
her
walls,
painted
in
a
variety
of
colorful
shades,
so
different
from
his
plain
off-white
ones.
He
was
amazed
how
she
was
able
to
tie
everything
together
without
anything
clashing.
She
had
managed
to
create
a
cozy
and
homey
atmosphere
for
herself
and
AJ.
As
they
entered
the
kitchen,
Dare
quickly
sat
down
at
the
table
before
she
could
note
the
fix
his
body
was
in,
if
she
hadn’t
done
so
already.
But
he
soon
discovered
that
sitting
at
the
table
watching
her
move
around
the
kitchen
only
intensified
his
problem.
He
was
getting
even
more
turned
on
by
the
fluid
movements
of
her
body
as
she
reached
into
a
cabinet
to
get
their
coffee
cups.
The
shorts
were
snug,
a
perfect
fit,
and
his
entire
body
began
throbbing
in
deep
male
appreciation.
“You
still
like
your
coffee
black
and
your
Danish
with
a
lot
of
butter,
Dare?”
“Yes,”
he
managed
to
respond.
He
began
to
realize
that
he
had
made
a
mistake
in
dropping
by.
Over
the
past
couple
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