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Ethan grinned at me. "My thumb?"

"So cheeky." I placed my still-damp thumb on his lips and eased it into his mouth. His warmth enveloped me … then the suction started. My cock throbbed. "You know exactly what I mean."

"Mm …." Ethan sucked my thumb to the very tip then released it. "I do. What are we going to do about it? I thought we were taking our time."

I shook my head. "I want you to come camping with me."

"That sounds very primal … out in the woods." He winked at me. "I'll cum so hard."

"Jeezus, Ethan." My dick strained against my jeans. "I want you so bad."

"Then when are we going camping?"

"I have a spot reserved for this Friday and Saturday night."

I could see Ethan hesitate. "I'll have to rearrange what we're selling at the shop if I'm not there to make most of the baked goods. I can send Claire to a local bakery for some items."

"Will that be a problem? You could drive back in. I booked at Goldstream."

Ethan ran his hand up my chest. "No. Once I get you in bed, I won't be going anywhere."

A shiver catapulted up my spine. Part excitement over partaking of Ethan's body. Part fear that I wouldn't be able to keep up with him in bed.

Ethan undid my top two buttons and slid his hand behind the material, playing with the hair on my chest. I nearly hauled him back to the car to fuck him senseless when he whimpered.

Something about the tone relayed more than desire.

"You make me so wet," Ethan whispered in my ear.

Oh, Christ.

He was going to make me cum. Every bit of moisture in my mouth evaporated. I grasped his thigh. People spoke near us. I remembered where we were. "We need to stop."

We were both still clutching the remnants of our wraps; pulverized from gripping them so tightly. "I think you need to take me home," Ethan said. "Drop me off—alone."

After discarding the wrecked remainders of our food, I did just that. I drove Ethan home. He lived on one of the streets that spilled onto Store Street in an eccentric old brick building.

"Nice place."

"Rent is cheap. I've been here for twelve years. I love it here so close to downtown." Ethan licked his lips as he looked at me. "So … what time are you picking me up tomorrow?"

"Can you leave work around 4 pm? I like to have enough time to set up before dinner."

"I'll work by your schedule. You know what needs to be done. What should I bring?"

"I wouldn't say no to some baked goods."

Ethan grinned. "That I can do. What else?"

I drew my fingers down his jawline. He hummed and tipped his head to increase his contact with them. "Don't bring a lot of clothes … you won't need them."

Ethan's chest rose and fell dramatically. "You're going to make me jump you if you keep this up."

"I like making you feel good."

"You do that in spades." He reached for the door handle. "I'm getting out now."

"A kiss? You said you were keeping some warm for me."

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