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"Uh huh." Kingston was temporarily distracted by Bonnie, who made a point of leaning way over the table in her short skirt. She made the shot and did a little hip wiggle dance. "Yep, I like the game of pool." He turned back to me. "Why do you look so grumpy?"

"I'm not grumpy."

"No? Then join the three of us. We'll play pool, get drunk and see where the night leads. They're cute, don't you think?"

"Not really in the mood for pool or drinking or Anna and Bonnie tonight. I think I'll just finish this beer and head home."

Kingston put on what I liked to refer to as his angry toddler face. "Damn it, Bronx. I was hoping to get cozy with Bonnie. What the hell am I going to do with two women?" An idea, a dirty idea seemed to pop into his equally dirty mind. A smile washed away the angry toddler face. "Hell, do you think they'd do a threesome?"

"King, I need help with this shot. Can you come here and show me how I should hold this long stick?" Anna asked with a bat of her lashes.

Kingston turned back to me with round eyes.

I clapped him on the shoulder. "Think you might just get your wish tonight, big guy. In the meantime—" I dropped back the rest of the beer. "I'm heading home to watch some stupid ass thing on Netflix until I fall asleep. Anna, Bonnie, nice meeting you." I waved.

Anna pouted. "You're not leaving yet, are you? We were just starting to have fun."

"Yep, got to head out. I'm sure King can keep you entertained." I winked at my friend and walked out.

I stepped into the crisp fall air. It was a nice reduction in temperature after the hot, dry afternoon on the running trail. The fresh air, complete with a sort of earthy, dry leaf smelling breeze helped clear my head. It had happened. I'd kissed Layla, and that was that. It was only a fucking kiss. Apparently it wasn't all that spectacular since she didn't say a word. I'd broken our pact, and she was obviously irritated.

I replayed the few seconds in the elevator over and over in my head until I reached my street. "Enough," I told myself. "You're an idiot. Get over it." With my street being mostly quiet and deserted, it didn't take long to notice the car parked out front. It was Layla's Toyota.

I lifted my foot off the pedal and coasted slowly down the road. I had no doubt she was there to tear into me for kissing her. It was an asshole move, with everything that we'd agreed on. I put my foot down on the pedal. I worked on my apology as I pulled into the driveway.

Layla was bundled in a light coat and scarf. She hugged her knees as she sat on the front steps. Slivers of moonlight highlighted her beautiful face. I didn't see the scorn or anger I expected. It was hard to tell exactly what emotion she was feeling from the soft expression she wore.

I climbed out of the car, my sincerest attempt at an apology on my lips. "Layla—" I started.

She stood up from the stoop and walked down the last two steps to join me.

"Layla, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over—"

Her hand reached up and curled around my neck as she pressed her body against mine and kissed me. My tongue dragged along her bottom lip coaxing her mouth to open wider. The kiss had triggered every nerve in my body. My pulse raced and everything around us, the landscape, the brisk breeze, the quiet neighborhood disappeared, and it was just the two of us, our bodies pressed together as one and our mouths hungrily devouring each other. A car honked somewhere in the distance, momentarily erasing the solitude.

I took Layla's hand and led her up the steps to the front door. With every ounce of my energy and control now firmly in my cock, I struggled to open the door. Once the key turned, I kicked it open and pulled her inside and back into my arms.

We paused just a second, our breaths coming in short, hot spurts and both of us flush with desire. We gazed into each other's eyes. We were both questioning the whole thing. There would be regrets . . . maybe, but the hot tension between us kept us glued to each other. There was only one way this would end, and we both knew it.

"I want this, Jack," she said on a breathy whisper. The sound of it floated down and took hold of my erection, causing my cock to throb with need. I slid the coat off her shoulders. She pushed at the hem of my shirt. I yanked it off. At first it was a slow, methodical striptease, but once were both half naked, the rest of the clothes came off in seconds.

I swept her into my arms and carried her into the bedroom. She was light and supple and hot in my arms. I was reluctant to lower her onto the bed.

"This is exactly how I imagined you'd feel in my arms," I said.

"Funny," she said with a coy smile. "This is exactly how I imagined it would feel, naked and in your arms."

She shrieked with delight as I tossed her playfully onto my bed. I lowered myself over her and kissed her mouth again before moving onto her neck and shoulder. She lifted her breasts higher, inviting me to move my lips along. I obliged. My tongue swirled around each nipple ending each lick with a tiny bite. She moaned in pleasure and wrapped her fingers through my hair to hold my mouth harder against her. I slid my hand down between her legs and couldn't hold back a groan when my fingers found the wet heat between her legs. She wanted me. I'd been wanting her forever, and now she was here, underneath me, hot with desire.

She dropped her smooth thighs open so I could explore every inch of her pussy. She rocked against my hand as my thumb strummed gently over her clit.

"Jack," she whispered.

I gazed up at her over her luscious breasts. "Say it again." My voice was hoarse and low. I was in a near trance brought on by knowing that I had Layla beneath me, naked and ready. "Say my name again."

"Jack," it came out on a long, warm breath.

I dipped my fingers inside of her. She grabbed my hair, pulling it between her long fingers. I kissed her breasts goodbye. She released me and I slid down to the end of the bed to settle myself snuggly between her thighs. Her sweet scent filled my senses as my mouth explored the hot folds of her pussy. Her legs squeezed around me as she worked hard to pull my mouth harder against her. My tongue stroked her clit as my fingers slid into her.

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