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shoes are very sexy, but they need to be off so I can finish getting you naked.” He paused, looking. “Where’s the tie?”

She laughed and moved so her leg was bent, foot in her lap. “A dancer’s bane is the way the ribbons on toe shoes come undone all the time. If I were performing I’d go as far as to sew the knot in place, but today I just used a clear Band-Aid.” He bent and watched while she quickly peeled the bandage off, untucked the knot and loosened it to take off one and then the other toe shoe. She hoped he was impressed with the rest of her because a dancer’s feet were anything but pretty.

He was there again, standing between her thighs as he pulled her shorts down and off and the leotard followed, until all she had left were her tights. The air of the room was cool, but heat rolled from him, blanketing her as she leaned forward to press her face against his chest.

The muscles in his sides jumped as she slid her hands under the edge of his shirt. He was warm and hard, and suddenly she needed to see him so badly it hurt.

“You’re too tall this way. I can’t reach you.”

He simply picked her up, and she knelt on the top of the desk, peeling his shirt off, exposing his upper body. She studied him for long moments, taking in the hard muscle, the twist and curl of ink, the silver barbell in his left nipple.

“You’re making me nervous,” he said, sounding a bit agitated, so she smiled at him.

“You’re gorgeous. I can’t decide what I want to touch first. But I want to touch it all.” She traced along a spectacular dragon, from the swirl of a tail around his belly button up to the head that took up his entire shoulder.

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thing to him. Damn it, made him even harder—if that was possible.

“Touch whatever you want.” He shivered when she brushed her fingertips over his nipple and the bar.

“Did I hurt you?” She started to draw back, but he took her wrist and put her hand where it had been.

“Not at all. Your hands on me feel good. I want more.”

That’s when she licked from his belly button to the barbell and he saw stars. Like he’d never had sex before. And then she said,

“You taste yummy. Thank God I’m not on a diet.”

“Christ.” He pulled the tights down her legs until she lay back on the desk, spread out there like a sweet treat. So petite and perfect and ready. He saw the glistening lips of her cunt, smelled her on the air. He wanted more.

She wailed when he dropped to his knees. “Wait, no! Your pants off.”

“If I take my pants off, I’ll want to shove my cock into you until we succeed in knocking everything from the surface of this desk. I want to do this first.” He spread her thighs as he pulled her toward his mouth and latched on.

She hissed an appreciative sound, followed by an entreaty. But her taste drowned him and he surrendered to it. So sweet and unique.

He took a long lick, swirling his tongue to catch her honey and take it in. Her moan in response was low and throaty, such a contrast to the soft sweetness of her voice.

Her body writhed beneath him, responding head to toe to his touch. The triumph of that, of bringing pleasure to this woman, rang through him. He wanted more of her, wanted her climax and then many more. He wanted to lose himself in her for hours on end.

Nothing else mattered then but her, but the two of them.

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came on his tongue, a climax so beautiful he felt it low in his gut with each sobbed wave of her release. He fell then. He just wouldn’t know it until later, until it was far too late to turn back.

He stood, toeing his boots off as she sat up. “Let me,” she said, hopping down, her hands going to his belt and then the button and zipper of his jeans. “Your body is so sexy. So beautiful.” She pressed a kiss to his side. “I’ve never wanted a man like you before. You’re overwhelming.”

She pulled his jeans down as he tried to puzzle over what she’d just told him. Should he be offended? Why, when he felt the same?

His women had tended to be big and bold, tatted and pierced.

They inhabited his world. This woman was not that on any level, and yet, beneath the exterior, he definitely felt a sort of kinship with her.

She nipped at his belly button and caressed his thighs and calves as she helped him from his jeans, boxers and socks.

“This is very, um, impressive,” she said of his cock, and he was the one who blushed for a change.

“Thank you,” he said, laughing.

A laugh that died when she angled toward him and licked across the head. Dear sweet god in heaven, her mouth was right.

Hot and wet and eagerly sucking him. His balls crawled up close to his body, and he grabbed the back of the chair behind him to keep from tearing her hair free of that perfect bun and fucking her mouth.

The way she held him, held his cock gently, told him a lot. The caveman who lived in his gut liked that she didn’t seem super experienced. Obviously enough to have had a child, and she knew her way around a blow job. But she didn’t venture away from his sac or gobble him down to the root or anything. A stupid thing to be pleased about, he realized, but there it was.

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“You have to stop,” he said around clenched teeth, “or I will come in your mouth, and I want to be inside you when that happens.”

She pulled back and stood up, running her hands all over his torso, and yes, she made him feel desired and attractive in a way that made him want to puff out his chest and strut around. It was then he remembered the condom thing.

“Shit.” He bent and grabbed his pants, pulling out his wallet.

“Please let there be a condom in here,” he mumbled, and a startled laugh bubbled from her.

He pulled out a lone condom, checked the expiration date and breathed a sigh of relief. He’d need to make a donation somewhere that afternoon when he left, to thank the universe for that luck.

One-handed, he rolled the condom on before drawing her to the couch where he’d first sat. “You can control everything this way,” he explained and she scrambled onto his lap.

“It’s okay if you say something about the size of your equip-ment. I know I’m petite. But at the risk of sounding like a line from a bad romance novel, I’m pretty sure you’ll fit.”

He reached between her thighs and slid his fingers up into her gate, stretching her a bit. “You’re still so wet and hot.”

“I want another part of you in there.” She moved his hand and replaced it with the head of his cock as she rose up on those powerful thighs and then fell inch, by slow inch, surrounding him with heat and tightness that stole his breath.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he managed to say, fighting the nearly overwhelming need to slam his cock into her, balls-deep.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m
more
than all right. I’m not in pain—well, a good kind of
full
. It’s just been a while. But everyone should break their fast with something this good.” She opened eyes that had been half-lidded, 62 L A U R E N

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and he felt that zing between them. “No one should be as pretty as you are.”

She settled with his cock in her body totally. Elise had to admit she liked the look of strain on his face, liked knowing he was as on the edge as she. She hadn’t felt so good in a very long time. Years.

Leaning backward, she braced her hands on his thighs, just above his knees, and began to slide up and down his cock, slowly at first, as her body got used to him and because it felt too good to rush.

“No one has ever said I was pretty before. Should I be offended?”

He wore a grin so cocky it should have been illegal. Instead it just added to his overall sexual appeal.

“You’re stunning. The tattoos, the wary eyes, the messy hair, those broad shoulders—it all works in a way I find quite unexpect-edly hot. And yes, pretty, but in a manly way, of course.”

“Pretty can’t hold a candle to what I’m looking at. Watching my cock disappear into you over and over, coming out all shiny with your juices. You’re so long and lithe for someone so petite. All that gorgeous pale skin.” He skimmed his palms up her belly and cupped her breasts. “These are, Christ, they’re lovely.”

She blushed, there was no way to hide it. “They’re very small.

Men usually like big breasts.”

“Yes, yes, like that. Oh, that’s sweet,” he ground out as she rolled her hips once she’d taken him inside totally. The length of his cock stroked over her clit when she did it that way. “Men like breasts. Period. Full stop. Yours are pert, your nipples stand up so nicely.” To emphasize that, he dragged his thumbs over them, bringing a gasping cry from her. “I also like that you make noise. That’s hot.”

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before lowering to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips. A groan came from deep inside when his thumb, one that had been teasing her left nipple just moments before, found her clit, stroking from side to side just as he had with her nipple.

Sensation rose within and she knew he’d make her come again.

He swallowed every sound she made as he played over her clit and began to thrust up to meet her body as she slid down. So good, so damned good.

She tore her mouth away as she climaxed and he nipped her bottom lip. The sting washed through her, sharpening the pleasure as her body clamped down around his cock. Two orgasms in one session? Clearly she’d made the right choice when she’d agreed to this
friends with benefits
situation.

“Yeah, motherfuck, yes.” He thrust up hard and deep and held her there. Within her body, she felt his cock jerk as he came; she watched his face, the tightening of his glorious mouth and then the total relaxation as he exhaled long and slow.

7

“Hey there, Rennie! Where are you off to all dressed up?”

Rennie, ever pleased with attention to her clothing choices, turned to face Brody with a wide smile. “Hi, Brody! It’s the first day of school. Do you like my new dress? We got it last weekend.” She twirled to show the full effect and Brody clapped. Elise smiled at him too. How could she not?

“I like it very much. That’s the same color as your eyes. What grade are you starting today?” he asked, knowing full well it was the first grade because he and Elise had discussed it before.

“First. My teacher is a Mister!” Rennie’s eyes widened at the very idea of a male teacher. Sometimes, at moments like this one, Elise just wanted to hold her daughter and soak up all that wonderful and never let go.

“Wow. What’s his name?” Brody had moved to a crouch so he could see eye to eye with Rennie.

“Mr. Alexander. He was nice at the orientation. He kept looking at Momma.”

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Brody’s lips quivered a bit as he stifled a smile. “Well, she’s awful pretty to look at. I can’t blame him.”

Oh good lord
. “Yes, well. Time to go,” Elise said. “We’ve got to get going if we’re going to get there on time. We have all these bags of supplies to take, so we want to be early to get it all unloaded.”

Brody stood. “You guys walking?”

“The school is three blocks away, it’s a sunny day. I figured it would be good to do it while we could.”

“True.” His eyes were shaded by dark glasses, but she knew amusement lit them. He was a funny man, easily led to laugh or smile. They’d begun their sexual relationship just two weeks prior and had been able to meet only once more for another round of ridiculously hot sex. But they’d chatted many times in passing, and he’d seen her struggling with the bark and had come over, spending a good two hours helping her haul the bags and spread it.

“I’ll see you later.” The soul of a fifteen-year-old girl inhabited her body suddenly as a wave of giddiness hit her.

“I’ll be around for another hour or so,” he said quietly before he turned back to Rennie. “Have a great first day.”

“Thank you! Come on, Momma.” Rennie tugged on her hand and she laughed, walking alongside her daughter, while Rennie skipped and chattered about school. All around the neighborhood, other parents were walking their young children toward the school, and the feeling of community and common purpose made her warm inside.

As it happened, one of the little neighbor kids was also in Rennie’s class, and they became fast friends on the short walk. The girl’s mother was nice enough, full of curious but friendly questions, and Elise answered them as they walked.

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helped Rennie label things and put them in their proper place, all the while wrestling the bittersweetness of the moment.

“Bye, Momma. See you at three.” Rennie hugged her, gave her a kiss and sat back down, happily chatting with the kids to either side, and with that, Elise was dismissed.

Brody had watched them walk away in the morning sun. The pale-moonlight hair of the mother, drawn up into a ponytail, and the more golden blond of the daughter in her little first-day-of-school dress.

He’d seen the look on Elise’s face as she watched Rennie tell him all about school. His parents had been a lot older when they had kids. Brody had been the one who walked Erin and then Adrian to school for their first day each year until they were too old to need the escort. Sometimes he saw Erin so much in Rennie that it made him want to grab his phone and call to check in with his sister.

All thoughts of anyone either young or related to him flew out of his head when the knock came at his door.

“Morning.” He dipped his head to grab a kiss when she walked through his front door.

He liked the way she craned her neck to look at him better, licking her lips. “Mmm, morning. You taste like coffee.”

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