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you.”
    That was it. Cash stood and walked over to put his arm around Isa. Grandy was smart and retreated when he did.
    “Actually, Gandy, we’ve already made plans to go.”
    He arched a brow at Cash. “It’s Grandy.”
    Isa turned to Cash with a wrinkled nose. “We have tickets?”
    He flashed Isa his most alluring smile. “Oh yes.”
    Cash would get his hands on tickets if it killed him. He was well connected as a result of his time in Vegas and knew several entertainment managers.
    He wouldn’t let a guy named Grandy make time with Isa. Not today. Not ever.

5

     
     
    C ash and Isa rekindled their relationship in every way, the weeks passing quickly as they stepped right into the friendship and easy intimacy they’d known in college. Cash doted on Isa, and she let him.
    He drove into the office, smiling, thinking that he was about to see her and dote on her some more.
    He loved buying her gifts and though today’s gift was different from what he’d been giving her lately, she’d go nuts for it. He’d been the one going nuts over the other gifts, so it was time to shake things up.
    When he got stopped at a light, he pictured one of his favorite gifts.
    He’d been treating her to pretty and expensive French lingerie and panty-things he didn’t know the names of, and she made a huge production of strutting around and modeling them every time he gifted her with something new, so there had been many such gifts.
    One pair of panties was particularly successful at having him cream his shorts. Isa called them tanga panties. They were black lace. And the lace hugged the lower curve of her butt cheeks, but it was like someone had cut away most of the material and fastened straps to the lace. The straps crisscrossed over her ass, leaving most of it exposed to his gaze, including the most important part, her anal bud. A satin tie bound everything together. She wore matching lace-top thigh highs with it.
    When she wanted to be especially alluring, she’d ask if she should wear the black scrap under her clothes. When she wanted him instantly hard and wild, she wouldn’t ask. She’d just flash him an ass cheek cradled in black lace and race him to the bedroom.
    They didn’t always make it.
    He was startled when a horn sounded behind him. He grinned, waved at the other driver, and drove on.
    Mooning over Isa at a traffic light? He had it bad.
    But everything about her was so good.
    He went back to images of her in her lingerie.
    Her ass was one of his favorite things. It was full and cheeky, plump and firm. He wanted to take her there, but hadn’t thought they were ready for that just yet. He’d done it many times before, when they were in college, but anal sex required trust. And trust was what they were currently rebuilding. He didn’t want to do anything to halt the progress they’d made, so he satisfied himself with pulling at the tie and caressing her glorious ass. He loved to bend her over the bench at the foot of her bed and finger her pussy and massage her clit until she came. And then he’d use his tongue and the moisture she’d made to penetrate her coiled bud. He’d gotten as many as two fingers inside before he had to have her. It always played out the same—he’d plow into her while finger-fucking her ass. And God, when he did it, she hummed like a purring, well-tuned engine. Those fucking tanga panties were currently packed in her overnight bag, put there by Cash himself. He’d made surprise plans for them for the weekend.
    Cash walked in to the office and saw Isa bending over to pick up the spilled contents of her purse. The view of her ass in that position, with her in heels that pushed it straight up to the sky, was heaven, but she seemed unsteady, dizzy even. She staggered, and Cash was at her side immediately, pulling a chair under her and guiding her down. He took her head into his hands, noticing that her color was off. She was naturally bronzed, but today her skin had a green