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    thank you for such a lovely evening.”
    “Thanks for letting me tag along.”
    She grinned. “I was the envy of everyone there, having you ar-
    rive with me,” Chantoya gloated.
    Osten felt the same way. He hadn’t been blind to all the appre-
    ciative gazes she got from single and married men alike. “I’m not sure if
    I should be glad or not.”
    CJ smacked him playfully on the arm. “You know what I
    meant.”
    His eyes darkened. “Are you going to kiss my boo-boo and
    make it all better?”
    In a second the mood switched to something where sexual de-
    sire was first and foremost as they remembered the byplay in the
    bleachers. Osten placed his mug on a coaster that rested on her coffee
    table and faced her.
    “If that’s what you want,” she whispered.
    “What I want,” he told her in a velvet tone. “What I want is to
    kiss you again.”

    CJ was amazed at the strength in this man. They were similar in
    height and she was a solid buck and a half. It seemed effortless for him
    to hold her.
    He reached for her sides and picked her up to settle on his lap,
    her muscled legs on either side of his lean waist. His hands were gentle
    as they brushed her hair away from her face.
    For a moment he merely looked at her. Took in how full her lips
    were, how smooth her unblemished toffee skin was. His hand contin-
    ued to brush over her face, keeping her thick hair behind her ears. He
    noticed the silver hoop in the top of her left ear.
    “Why do you keep staring at me?” Her words were hushed in
    the soft light that filtered around them.

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    “You are so beautiful,” he murmured as the pressure from his
    fingers brought her head closer to his mouth.
    Chantoya shivered as his breath caressed her cheek. She licked
    her lips as he gazed at her. Their mouths were millimeters from touch-
    ing. She could smell the coffee on his breath and it was so nice.
    Osten removed the minuscule distance and claimed her soft lips
    with his firm ones. He nibbled on her bottom lip before slipping his
    tongue into her waiting mouth.
    Straddling his waist, CJ could easily feel his rigid erection press-
    ing firmly against her body. Her mouth eagerly accepted his searching
    tongue. She put her hands on his head, pressing them closer together.
    Rocking back and forth, she ground herself down onto him. The
    kiss was still gentle, exploring, and learning. Osten refused to change
    the pace. She whimpered as she rotated her hips faster, telling him what
    she desired, what she craved.

    Inhaling the subtle smell that surrounded her, Osten could make
    out the scents. A light tropical smell and a hint of something that he
    knew was pure Chantoya Jackson. The combination resulted in him
    being as hard as marble and wanting desperately to be buried deep
    between her toned thighs.
    He moved his hands down over her shoulders and arms until
    they rested on her full hips. Her little mewling noises kept chipping
    away at his waning control.
    He felt her hands move over his chest and could feel her nails
    scoring his skin. Groaning over his own lack of restraint, Osten laced his
    hands under her sweatshirt, allowing himself to finally touch her satin
    skin.
    His hands cupped her breasts, cradling the fullness of her along
    with the smoothness of her bra. He trailed his fingertips over her taut
    nipples, delighting in her shiver.
    “Off,” he ordered. Both of them wasted no time in removing
    shirts. Osten sat back against the couch as her eyes moved over his bare
    chest.

    Taking in a sharp breath, Chantoya allowed herself to ogle his
    chest. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. His olive skin was stretched
    tight over a six-pack that was covered by a moderate amount of chest
    hair. Every muscle in his upper body was rock hard and well defined,
    making her want to trace over the ridges with her tongue.

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    Her hands reached out to move over the carved physique before
    her. Licking her lips, she mumbled,