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woman,” he whispered, sweat collecting on his forehead. “You feel good.”
    “So do you, baby,” she breathed, licking at his lips. “You’re banging the hell outta my spot.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Oh, yeah.”
    “Should I stop?” he teased.
    “You’d better not!”
    His laughter dissolved into a groan as she tightened her thighs around him, locking him into place. As he closed his eyes and pounded her pussy, the force of his thrusts made the bed frame shudder and sent Cynthia’s books bouncing across the mattress.
    Reopening his eyes, he gazed down at Cynthia. One moment he was looking at her small breasts bouncing up and down. A moment later the image changed to big, luscious tits with dark caramel nipples pointed straight toward him.
    Shit! Brandon thought, squeezing his eyes shut again as he tried to block out the familiar vision of Tamia’s breasts. But the more he tried not to think about them, the more he wanted to lick and suck them. When he leaned down and wrapped his mouth around Cynthia’s nipple, she moaned with pleasure. But it was Tamia’s throaty purr he heard, Tamia’s hot pussy he was drilling like a piston.
    Seconds later Cynthia screamed in ecstasy as he exploded inside her, his dick spurting violently, another woman’s name nearly spilling from his lips. He clenched his jaw, head thrown back, arms trembling as they supported his weight. He felt Cynthia’s chest heaving beneath his as they both gasped for air.
    After several moments he collapsed beside her on the bed. She sighed contentedly and rolled onto her side, facing him with a satiated smile. Ignoring a sharp pang of guilt, he gathered her into his arms, enjoying the dampness of her skin pressed against him.
    Hooking one leg across his hip, she murmured, “I love the way you feel inside me.”
    Brandon smiled. “Good, ’cause I love being inside you. Speaking of which, are you ready to take round two to the shower?”
    She laughed. “In a minute. I need to catch my breath first.”
    He grinned, stroking her thigh. “Can’t hang, huh?”
    “Oh, don’t even try it. You know I can hang.”
    “No doubt,” Brandon agreed.
    Who would have guessed that beneath her prim and proper demeanor, Cynthia was a straight-up freak who could get down and dirty with the best of them? He’d certainly never suspected. But he should have. After all, she was a pastor’s kid.
    At the thought of Joseph Yarbrough, Brandon casually asked, “Does your old man still have a problem with us living together?”
    Startled, Cynthia stared at him. “Where’d that come from?”
    Brandon shrugged. “I’m just wondering.”
    “Are you serious? You just fucked my brains out, and all of a sudden you’re wondering what my father thinks of us shacking up?”
    “Well ... yeah.”
    Cynthia chuckled, shaking her head at him. “Way to kill the mood, bringing up my father after sex.”
    Brandon grinned sheepishly. “Sorry.”
    “You should be. Now you’re gonna have to work extra hard just to get me back in the mood.”
    “That’s cool,” Brandon drawled, letting his fingers wander between her legs. “I like working hard.”
    “And you’re so good at it, too. But to answer your question”—Cynthia shivered as he strummed her clit—“no, my dad isn’t too crazy about our living arrangement. He thinks we should—” She broke off with a gasp as Brandon slipped his middle finger inside her.
    “He thinks we should what?”
    Cynthia groaned, closing her eyes as he stroked her pussy. “N-Nothing, baby. It’s not important.”
    But Brandon knew what she’d been about to say. Their parents had made no secret of the fact that they wanted the two of them to get married. Brandon had resisted the idea for years, telling himself that he and Cynthia were better off as friends. But everything had changed, and he now realized how special she was. But was she special enough to—
    “Brandon?” Cynthia purred, interrupting his thoughts.
    He met her eyes.