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She whimpers, and I think it’s agreement.

I bury my face in her pussy, teasing her, eating her, until she’s quivering and pushing her ass back at me and need is boiling inside me. “I need to fuck you, gorgeous,” I mutter. “Right now.”

“Do it. Do it now.”

Oh yeah.

Chapter 20

Sara

“Despite the fact that I’m the better skater, I’d still recruit you for my tonsil-hockey team.”

I crack up. “Tonsil hockey! I know what that means.”

He grins. “Thank God.”

My friend Connor is recording us with a video camera as Josh teaches me how to skate. We’re back at Bryant Park. I’m wearing rented skates and he’s wearing an old pair of his own. We started off marching, arms out to my sides.

“Lift your knee…that’s it…keep your core strong.”

I wobble.

He grabs me and says, “If you feel like you’re falling, put your arms out front, and then bend your legs and grab your knees. But I’ll teach you how to fall.”

“I have to learn how to fall? I don’t want to fall!” Besides, I like him holding on to me.

“Everyone falls. You also have to learn how to get up.”

We march more until I’m steadier.

“Okay, let’s try a two-foot glide. March…one, two, three…and glide. Squeeze your butt cheeks.”

I burst out laughing and flail my arms, barely remembering what he said to do to stop from falling. “Seriously?”

He smiles. “Yep. Come on…one, two, three…and glide.”

I do it! I clap my mittened hands together and beam at him. “I did it!” Then I look over at Connor with the camera and do a fist pump.

“So…pushing off. Feet shoulder width apart, knees slightly bent, chest up.”

I give him big eyes. “I don’t have much of a chest.”

I see him struggling. He knows we’re being recorded but he wants to say something about my chest. He skates closer to murmur in my ear, “Your chest is very nice.”

I grin.

“You need to keep your weight over the skates. Not leaning forward.” He straightens my back. “Don’t lean back either.”

“Okay.”

He positions himself next to me and shows me how to bring my right skate back so I can use it to push off. He demonstrates, gliding forward then turning to watch me.

God, he’s gorgeous. He’s wearing a navy knit cap and his cheeks are reddened from the cold, emphasizing his high cheekbones and strong jaw. His smile shines across the ice at me.

“Push to the side!” he calls.

I push off, bringing my right foot parallel to the left, and glide toward him with only a little wobble. I keep going, though, and skate right into him.

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