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giving him a good view of her face. Her skin looked
so soft and made him want to reach out and stroke it. The movie she’d
picked filled the silence. Reaching his hand behind her head, he played with
her hair. She didn’t stop him or slap his hand away. Kent twiddled the length of her
hair between his fingers relishing the newfound closeness he’d discovered with
her.
    After a couple of hours Lana stood up and stretched. He
gulped past the lump in his throat as her rounded stomach peeked from beneath
the jeans and shirt she wore. Full women had never appealed to him until now.
    What was it about Lana Hawkins that called to him? He could
have his pick of any woman, and yet he was sat in Lana’s apartment eating
Chinese without the promise of a fuck. He felt dirty at his thoughts. Fucking
wasn’t everything.
    “I’ve got to call it a night,” she said.
    “Are you throwing me out of your apartment?” He stood,
hoping she wouldn’t spot his raging arousal.
    “I’m sorry, but I am.”
    He looked down at the leftover Chinese. “Let me help you put
these in the trash.”
    “Absolutely not. These are
perfect for leftovers.” She started picking up the cartons and moved toward the
fridge. He followed her with several more cartons. “These will be perfect for
me over the next few days, and you can come by anytime and help me finish
them.”
    He’d stick to that invitation. She saw him to the door.
    “I had fun tonight,” he said and meant it. Kent had never
thought simply sitting with a woman could be so much fun. Most of the women he
dated ended up on their back by the end of the evening. He loved sex and wasn’t
ashamed of his need for it. Lana made him want so much more.
    Shit, he was turning into a fucking pussy like his friends
before him.
    “I had fun as well. You’re really good company, Kent. I’ll
see you tomorrow?” she asked. She’d put her hands in the pockets at the back of
her jeans, and her tits were thrust up as if on some glorious display.
    “Yeah, you’ll see me tomorrow,” he said, taking every effort
not to drop his gaze to her chest. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Good
night.”
    He turned away and went around the back to get his car. Kent breathed a
sigh of relief when he saw it was still intact. Maybe her neighbourhood wasn’t
so bad after all.
    Kent made it back
to his apartment in good time. He probably broke several speeding laws on his
way, but he got home in one piece. It was a little after two in the morning. He
threw his keys on the kitchen counter and went straight to his bedroom. A woman
in red lingerie was laid on his bed with a seductive smile on her lips.
    “Hello, handsome. I was wondering when you were going to get
home.”
    “Cherrie, what are you doing here?” he asked, recognising
the model he’d dated last year. How had she gotten into his apartment?
    She climbed off the bed. “You haven’t been in touch. The
last time we talked you gave me your key.” Cherrie pulled his apartment key
from between her breasts. “If you never responded to my call then I was to let
myself in and make myself at home.”
    He gazed down her thin frame. She was perfect model thin,
and he saw the outline of her ribs even though she wasn’t breathing in or
stretching. Running a hand down his face, Kent wondered how he was going to
get her out of his space. He must have been drunk when he gave her a spare key.
None of his women were allowed inside his apartment without his say-so.
    Shit!
    She reached around the back and removed her bra. Her breasts
stayed where they were. She’d gotten a breast enlargement for a job she’d been
working on. Her breasts were unnaturally large, but now they looked more fake than he remembered from the last time they’d been
together.
    Lana’s were full and real. He saw how real they were in the
way she moved. Her breasts moved with her whereas Cherrie’s stayed in one
place.
    At the sight of the model’s body, Kent didn’t get any