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I mean we will be fucking each other on a regular basis,” I explain to her as I press my lips to the back of her neck. “And let me tell you, I am already having a TON of fun showing you what I like. By the volume and frequency of your begging, I think that you are too.” She turns around and presses her bare breasts against my chest before leaning in she playfully smiles up at me and bites my shoulder.
    “I’m having fun with you too. I’m glad we’re on the same page here, Des. I mean about us but really. Can we not tell Landyn and Siannon just yet, this whole open whatever it is.” She starts to walk away without finishing her sentence so I wrap my hand around her wrist, giving a gentle tug to turn her attention back to me.
    “If you don’t want to tell her yet that’s fine with me. As long as I don’t suffer in the meantime,” I inform her and pinch her nipple, causing her to yelp and swat my shoulder. I watch her as she bends over and pulls her tiny little “Love Muffin” panties up. It seems all of her panties have weird little phrases on them.
    “I want to take you somewhere tonight,” I call to her as I pull my jeans up and cinch the belt.
    “Really? Des, we're just fucking you shouldn't take me anywhere. People will start talking,” she chuckles as she pulls her tank top over her head and frees her hair. “You are kind of a celebrity, remember?”
    “Fuck that, anyways I'm not Landyn. I'm quite forgettable,” I say raising my chin and winking at her. “Anyways. I'm gonna go meet the guys, tonight I want to take you to my favorite club.”
    “You takin’ me dancing, Des?” Lexi eyes me curiously as she ties the laces on her tennis shoes.
    “Um.” I smile at her. “Not quite dancing. You'll see when we get there.” I slide my feet into my boots and she stands in front of me. “Trust me, you can wear whatever you want. No one will care.” I press a kiss to her nose.
    “Okay.” She sighs. “Where am I meeting you?”
    “I'll come and get you, this is a–” I pause in an attempt to find correct wording. “Private club, you couldn't get in without me if you tried. And I will text you before I leave.”
    “Sounds good, now get out. I have to go to Siannon. Check on things, see how she's doing.” Lexi laughs and walks me to the door.
    Laughing, I step out into the hall and toss a wave over my shoulder. I never look back, why would I? Tucking my hands in my front pockets, I bounce out the door to the parking lot where my car is parked. It was raining last night so I didn't get the chance to go for a ride, but today I am opening her up down the coast and only the taste of sweet pussy can stop me. It's going to be a while before I can do it again.
     
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    That ride was fucking amazing – the deep vibrations of my bike between my legs as I flew down the Pacific Coast Highway. There's no feeling like it, it's nearly orgasmic. Parking my bike, I tuck my helmet under my arm and strut into my building. Stepping into the foyer, I get my mail and look up to see from down the hall that chick smiling at me again. I smile back and nod.
     
    I stalk down the hall toward her. She's panting faster with each step I take. “Open the door,” I demand as my hand reaches for her breast. She whimpers and turns the knob, granting entry into her suite. Slamming the door behind me, I watch her hungrily as she backs into her living room. Her nipples are so hard they tease me through her pale blouse. Slowly, I walk into the room and with the first step I open my belt. Second step, I slide it through the loops. Third step, I wrap it around my hand. She bites her lip and sits on the ottoman in the middle of the room. Fourth step, I pull open my button fly and stand before her. Stretching the leather between my two hands, I smile down at her.
     
    The scenario runs through my mind and not acting on it is taking every ounce of my being. I know I could fuck her and have a whole lot of fun doing it. I know