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John leaned down and licked the tip of her nipple.
    “Your nipples are so thick,” he commented. “They give me fantasies of doing things.”
    She grinned. Apparently, he liked her breasts just fine. “What kind of things?”
    He shrugged. “Things. Maybe I’ll tell you when I’m sure you can be as naughty as I think you can.”
    She sat forward on her elbow and lowered her lids halfway, tossing him a kiss. “Oh, I can be naughty, baby. You haven’t seen bad girl if you haven’t seen me do it.”
    John stroked her breast, kneaded it, and then pinched her nipples. “Is that right?”
    “Mm. Yes, but can you handle it? I mean can you rise to the occasion?”
    They both looked down to where his cock began to grow out again. Fawn saw why he’d taken her from behind. That position gave him the ability to sink deep and line her body with his. The man was gifted with length and thickness. At first she tried thinking if she’d been with a man comparable to John’s size, but then she dismissed the thought. She didn’t want to think about any man except him.
    She looked up at him and touched his jaw. He needed a shave so soon after doing it that morning. Gazing into his eyes, she felt her heart skip a beat or two. She loved him. Fawn Hill had fallen deep in love with a cop who didn’t believe in marriage. She’d never learn. The knowledge hurt so much, she almost cried, and she dropped her forehead to his chest.
    “Hey, baby, what’s wrong?” he asked.
    She tried to play it off. “Nothing. Just thinking about your boast that you could eat me all day, and this session lasted like a minute.” She laughed, but it was shaky.
    “Then that will never do.” He gathered her up in his arms and carried her to the tiny bathroom off his room. “We’ll get cleaned up, and I will prove to you that you will beg me to stop long before I’m tired.”
    They stood in the shower after washing each other, holding on to one another. Fawn forgot everything except having him hold her. She had just gotten her hair done, and now it was wet, but she didn’t care. John scattered kisses on her shoulder and stroked her back.
    “Fawn?”
    She sighed. “Hm?”
    “Would you like to go out sometime with me and Kevin?”
    She gasped and looked up at him. “Really? Are you sure?”
    He nodded. “Yes, I’m sure. We could take in a movie or have a picnic in the park. Kevin likes to toss the ball around.”
    Her eyes widened excitedly. “Or we could go to the zoo. Kids like that, right?”
    He chuckled. “Yeah, usually. Okay, it’s settled. Next Sunday, we’ll do it. Now then, I have something to prove. Open those legs and let me at that sweet pussy.”

Chapter Six
     
    “Uncle John, what are you thinking about?” Kevin asked. He didn’t respond. “Uncle John?”
    John snapped out of it. “Huh? Oh, what am I thinking? Nothing in particular.” He hoped he didn’t look like an idiot. He’d been staring at Fawn, considering where his feelings for her were going. Asking her out with him and Kevin had been a spur of the moment decision, and he still wasn’t sure it was the right move. Not that he was getting serious. He wasn’t. All his feelings about love and marriage were the same. At least he thought so. Besides that, could Fawn even be a good mother?
    He watched her buying cotton candy from a vendor with all the excitement of a young child. Over the last couple of weeks, they’d done the picnic at the park and the zoo, even though the zoo wasn’t Kevin’s favorite place. John had found his nephew to be different from most children. He got no satisfaction watching caged animals, although, he had enjoyed the aquarium. Now, Fawn had suggested the amusement park, and she seemed to be having more fun than he and Kevin put together.
    Fawn came running up. “Oh my goodness, taste this, John. It’s so good. This flavor is called Boo-Blue. Isn’t it yummy?” She bounced up and down, and John did his best not to focus on her

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