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She blinked out of her revelry and her eyes widened. Al had already stripped down to his boxers. She raked her bottom lip with her teeth. Damn, the man had the body of a Greek god. She’d seen it a million times. Heck, she’d help create it. Googled the best exercises for each musclegroup. Figured out the best diet to build and keep that picture-perfect body. But she’d never gotten to enjoy it. Never raked her nails down his back. Never licked his abs. And definitely never stroked his—

“Babe, I love a good eye-fucking as much as the next man but seeing as how we’re in a room with a bed and can do some actual fucking,” he said, interrupting her wayward thoughts. “What do you say we get this show on the road?”

Jeannie grinned as she shimmied out of her dress. “Who knew you were so logical?”

Al shrugged. “I’ve been hanging out with Hunter. All that brainy shit must have rubbed off.”

She bent over, pulling her slip down her legs, and whispered, “I can think of something I’d like to rub off.”

“I heard that.”

She pulled the pins from her hair, letting it fall slowly against her shoulders.

“What next?” she asked, her gaze focused on his crotch, tented under his boxer briefs.

“Get naked,” he demanded.

She smiled and licked her lips. “Your wish is my command.” She whipped off her bra and panties and tossed them across the room. “Your turn.”

Her eyes widened as he lowered his boxers, revealing a long, thick cock.Be still my clit.

“Let’s do this.”

***

Jeannie Knight was standing in front of him. Naked. He’d jacked off to this moment an embarrassing number of times, but not one of his fantasies lived up to reality. Her breasts were heavy and lush. More than a mouthful, though he’d happily die trying to fit those rosy peaks in his mouth.

That trim waist and full hips he’d admired so many times on the beach led straight to the most beautiful pussy he’d ever seen. And while it probably wasn’t politically correct to refer to himself a pussy expert … he kinda was. And in his expert opinion, hers was the best, although he’d keep that compliment to himself.

Huh.He really was getting smarter.

He stroked himself as he stalked toward her. Her eyes followed him as he got closer, or at least, they followed his cock?

“You like what you see, Jeannie-girl?”

“Uh huh.” She nodded without lifting her eyes.

“Well, don’t be shy. Get on your knees and take a closer look.” His mouth moved up into a smirk as she did just that. Poor girl was dickmatized.

She wasted no time exploring his cock with her tongue. Her soft moans filled the room as she wrapped her lips around his tip and sucked.

“Fucking hell, Jeannie.” He ran his hand through her hair and pressed her against him.

She massaged his base and took him deeper like she was on a mission to suck the life right out of him.Who’s dickmatized now?

“Goddamn, you suck dick like a champ. I won’t last much longer. If you don’t want—”

“Mmm,” she mumbled, and rather than pull off, she dug in. Her head bobbed faster and harder. His balls tightened and his climax burst through, coating her throat with his release.

Stars dotted across his vision. He reached out a hand to prop himself against the wall. Before this moment, he thought he knew what a great orgasm was. He’d certainly had, and provided, more than his fair share over the years. But a blow job from his best friend had him coming harder than he had in his entire life.

“Gonna need a minute. Maybe two. And then it’s your turn.”

“Need some recovery time, old man?” Jeannie asked, smirking. “No problem.” She climbed onto the bed and propped herself against theheadboard. With her legs spread wide, she lowered her hand to play with her clit. Her pussy was soaked, gleaming in the soft lamp light. “I’m sure I can find some way to pass the time while I wait.”

He watched as she rubbed her bud, slowly at first, with a hint of laughter in her eyes. But the amusement soon faded as she got into it. He stared, unable to move as he watched her pleasure herself. She was the perfect woman for him. Beautiful, inside and out. Confident. Sensual. Sultry.

“Enough,” he barked as she tried to slip a finger into her folds. “That’s my job.” He crawled on the bed, burying his face between her thighs.