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“Maybe, but we know what is sexy. And you in this get-up is fucking sexy.”
“I’m dressing in sweatpants the next few days.”
“Can’t hide your brand of sexy in whatever you wear.”
Her face softens and she drops her forehead to mine. “This is weird.”
“It’s only weird if you make it that way.”
“This house is lavish. I’m not sure I’ll be comfortable.”
“You’ll be surprised. Give it a chance.”
“I don’t have a choice.”
“You always have a choice, Willow, but I’m asking you to give it a chance. Pool, hot tub, media room, game room, fully stocked kitchen, plenty of space for the dogs. If you can’t stand it, we’ll go back to your place and I’ll deal.”
Her expression goes thoughtful. “I can give it a chance.” She links her hands around my neck. “It’s really fast for you to have to take care of me.”
“Not fast enough for me.”
I nip her bottom lip lightly, careful of the cut, sliding my hand to her scalp. My tongue curls with hers, creating a slow, unhurried rhythm.
This may not be our first kiss, but it’s the first time nothing stands in our way.
No clouds of her resistance, no noise of a bar, no family interruptions—just us.
And the reality this is happening.
I savor her taste, the scent of fresh linen and honey filling the air, her silky strands tangling around my fingers. The softness of her body curls into me with each stroke of my tongue.
Her neck tilts, giving me access to deepen the kiss.
My dick strains against the confines of our position, poking into her hip. She grinds to the side and I tear my mouth away, knowing my control is slipping.
“Babe, we need to take this inside. We have cameras.”
Her body lurches as she wriggles to get out of my hold. “Is someone watching us?”
“Don’t know.”
She spears me with a death glare, throwing the door open. “Don’t bother with my bag yet.”
“Too late, you already agreed to give it a chance.”
She huffs, hopping out and trudging to the door.
I enjoy the scene before adjusting my cock, grabbing her bag, and meeting her at the door.
She steps inside and gasps. “It’s enormous.”
“Heard that a lot,” I crack a joke and she rolls her eyes.
“Men are stupid,” she repeats, twisting and turning in place. “This is your room? What do you do with all this space?”
“Not sure yet.”
She swings her head my way. “You’re not sure?”