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that she’d never paid attention to on another man—not in appreciation, anyway. To her, men who developed their muscles to this extent were vain, but Dax was different. It was personal expression, not vanity that built a body unlike any other she’d ever seen, a body she couldn’t wait to experience in the most primal of ways.
    Looking him straight in the eye, she deadpanned, “Do you have your license?”
    As expected, Dax was perplexed, tossing her a confused look. He was cute as fuck when he was lost, but she decided to get this show on the road.
    “I was just wondering if you have a CCW for that weapon you’re packing?”
    One, two thr… There it is, comprehension. Fuck me stupid if that smile isn’t blinding.
    And wicked.
    Grasping his impressive cock in his big hand did nothing to diminish its appearance. Dax made a few lazy strokes while devouring her with his eyes once again. God, that look.
    He whispered under his breath, “Wonder Woman’s starred bloomers,” and continued to eat her up with his sinful gaze. By her estimate, it would take less than four minutes for her to come simply by watching him stroke himself while stroking her with only his eyes… Wait, did he just say?
    “Wonder Woman’s what? Did you just say that, seriously? Way to rip a girl out of the moment there, Romeo.” Dax’s eyes still consumed her body as he nodded absently.
    “Really? So what happened to the Tiger Beat boys, Dax?” Questioning eyes finally met hers, but quickly returned to roam her body, his one hand still slowly pumping his gorgeous cock, while the other traced her thigh gently, lovingly.
    “You know, Leif Garrett’s hairy nut sack, Scott Baio’s puckered asshole, David Cassidy’s feathered pubes, or any of the other nonsensical sayings you’ve spouted about the dudes from Tiger Beat’s heyday? What, did you move on to superheroes?”
    Dax still seemed so distracted by eye-fucking her that she continued and wondered if he would even hear a word she said. “You know, I fucking love your nonsensical curses as much as anyone, I don’t get half of them, but they make me laugh anyway, but I do not want the hear them while I am waiting for you to bury your huge cock in me.”
    The grin that curved his lips almost made her come. That was just a precursor. In one swift move, he pushed her skirt up around her waist like a belt and snatched off her thong, which went flying down the hall somewhere. Gripping her hips, he leaned his torso on the bed, looking her pussy square in the eye, so to speak, licked his lips, and spoke in a lust-roughened voice. “Not super, just heroes, my dear, heroes. Tiger Beat was so last month, this month it’s hero’s, mythical and super. Who knows what it will be next month. I don’t want to be,” he winked, “predictable.” With that, he bit the sensitive crease on the inside of her thigh, suckling it with a vengeance.
    Stacy’s scream rent the air and her panting took on a horny as hell cadence. “Fuck.”
    He released it with a smack and reached under her top for her breasts. Panic set in, she couldn’t let him touch her there; she just couldn’t. Relaxing the hold on his head, she stopped his huge mitts before they reached their target. His eyes asked the silent question, but she couldn’t explain to him why.
    Not now, maybe not ever.
    It wasn’t that she was ashamed to be a survivor, never that, but she didn’t want his pity or him to look at her as half a woman. He was a boob man, no doubt about it. Stacy was as observant as they come, and she knew he liked tits. Would he be turned off a little by it? Would it lessen his pleasure? She didn’t think so, but she couldn’t bear it if she were wrong. For a moment, she considered it. If anyone could improve the way she felt about it, it would be Dax. Although she’d never told him, or any of her new family in Florida about it, she had a feeling he knew, but still, the last man she let that close to her violated that