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shreds. I just want you naked. You get me?”
    Damn . “I get you.”
    “So, what will it be?”
    She looked up to lock her gaze with his.
She’d started this and so, she would finish it…or die of embarrassment trying
it. “I think you should sit down.”
    “Jess−”
    She cut him off, “Sit down while I undress.
For you.” She licked her lips, trying to look cool when her legs were
threatening to collapse under her. Had she just implied she’d do a
striptease for him? What the hell was wrong with her? “Please?” she finally
added, knowing it was too late to go back on it now.
    Amazingly he followed her instructions, and
she watched as he grabbed her usual chair and sat down on it. He stretched his
legs in front of him, his casual image somewhat ruined by the way his pants
tented. He was hard… For her. Buoyed by that conclusion, she squared her
shoulders and went for it. After all, what did she have to lose?
     
    * * * *
     
    If she didn’t stop soon, he was going to blow
his seed like a freaking teenager. Gritting his teeth, he watched her bend over
to take her jeans off; the sight of her sweetly rounded ass barely covered by a
scrap of cotton doing more to his insides than the earlier show in the park
ever had.
    He’d been listening to her thoughts too and
he was quietly amazed at her show of courage. It was clear she wasn’t used to
doing this, but she was offering him this somewhat G-rated striptease as a
gift. His insides clenched at the thought, and not for the usual reason. He
wasn’t sure what was happening to him, but Jessica was getting through his
usual defenses far too quickly. He didn’t think he’d be able to
leave her at her bedroom’s door that evening. Not this time. He wanted to know
how it would feel to have her beneath him, her hair spread out on his pillow as
he thrust into her.
    “Faster!” he snapped, frowning when he
noticed how he’d made her jump in fright. “I’m dying here, Jessica,” he found
himself adding, reassuring her as best he could. He wasn’t used to being nice,
but she deserved it. Somehow, she deserved it.
    She seemed to understand his predicament
however, as he watched her take her panties off and turn toward him. When she
drew her arms back to unsnap her bra, he leaned forward, eager to see the whole
of her. She stopped.
    “Babe!” he growled. “Take it off!”
    “I… I’m not sure.”
    “Please, Jessica, I’m going crazy here. I
want to see you…and taste you…and fuck you.” He inhaled sharply but she was
already moving so her back faced him once more. He was opening his mouth to ask
her if she was all right when he noticed her fingers. They quickly undid the
bra’s clasp, the serviceable underwear falling at her feet, forgotten. “Oh
yeah.”
    His words spurred her on, and she turned, her
arms at her sides, her eyes staring straight ahead. “Is that okay?” she asked,
her voice a bit shaky.
    “Are you kidding me?” He stood up and went to
her, unable to not touch her for another second. His palms cupped her
hips and brought her forward, her chest slapping against his. “God, you feel so
warm.” He lowered his head and nuzzled the side of her neck.
    Her arms looped around his neck, and it was
her who pulled his face up and pressed her mouth against his. She nipped his
lower lip, making him growl again, his cock about ready to drill a way out of
his pants. He kissed her then like he’d wanted to for hours. Kissed her as if
he couldn’t stop, his hands sliding down her back to cup her ass. He lifted her
up on her toes, fitting their bodies perfectly together. It was her turn to
groan inside his mouth, her nails raking down his nape as she pressed herself
closer and closer.
    He pulled back and muttered, “I need to fuck
you, baby. I can’t wait another second.”
    He looked around him, trying to locate the
perfect spot, remembering what she’d said about the desk being too hard on her
back. The chair wouldn’t be much better.