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“Holy shit,” I said when we walked in. The suite was almost as big as the entire downstairs of my parent’s house. Not only was there a huge sitting area with a fireplace, the bed was the biggest one I’d ever seen. French doors probably led to an outdoor deck or something, and then I turned and saw the bathroom.

“Holy shit,” I said again. The bathroom was a dream. A big, beautiful tub, a massive shower with multiple showerheads, two sinks, a vanity area, and two separate toilets.

“Hers and hers,” I said. “Or his and hers. Or his and his. Or theirs and his. Or—”

Ryan stopped the torrent of words by putting her mouth on mine.

“Come on,” she said, taking one of my hands and leading me back into the bedroom.

Ryan sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me between her spread legs.

“Hey, I’m taller than you,” I said.

“Not quite,” she said, tugging on my shirt to pull me closer.

Our lips met again as my fingers dove into her hair and stroked her arms and pulled at her clothes. She was definitely wearing too many.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I said.

Ryan chuckled. “Thank you.”

“Can I see you?” I asked.

Ryan leaned back and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a simple black designer bra with the name along the band. I traced her shoulders, reveling in the feel of her musculature. My mouth practically watered at the thought of kissing and tasting her everywhere.

“Your turn, cupcake,” she said, and the use of the nickname made me smile.

“Cupcake? Is that what you’re calling me now?”

“It suits you,” she said, pulling on my shirt again.

I had a moment of self-consciousness as I yanked my shirt over my head and chucked it on the floor.

I hadn’t planned on showing her my bra tonight, but I’d worn one of my favorites anyway, made of dark purple lace that complimented my hair. It didn’t leave much to the imagination, since my nipples were completely visible through the lace.

“You’re beautiful,” Ryan said, reaching to the back of my head to pull out the elastic in my hair.

“What’s your natural color?” she asked.

I pointed to my roots. “It’s like a shade between brown and blonde.”

“I like the lavender,” she said.

“Me too.”

I raked my hands through her hair and kissed her again before reaching back and undoing the clasp of my bra. I tried to slide it of smoothly, but then my arm got caught and Ryan had to help me.

She stared at me for a second before cupping my breasts in her hands, scraping her thumbs across my nipples, causing them to harden.

She brought one to her mouth and kissed my nipple, causing me to jolt with the contact.

Ryan looked up at me through dark lashes as she sucked my nipple into her mouth as she touched the other with her hand.

“Mmmm,” I said. “That feels good.”

She lifted her head and smiled at me.

“I want you under me,” she said.