Page 29 of Sawyer

I blink again, refocusing on the mirror.

I don’t look exhausted.Thatis what’s different. The perpetual circles under my eyes have magically disappeared. My skin is flushed. Eyes bright.

I look—feel—like a whole new person.

Ava reemerges, phone in her hand. Her towel is nowhere to be seen.

“What?” Her lips twitch as she scrolls.

Reaching for her, I grab her hip with one hand and squeeze her ass with the other. Heaviness gathers between my legs, my dick beginning to perk up again. “Don’t ‘what’ me, pretty girl. You’re a naked person, aren’t you?”

“A naked person?” She hits a button on the little speaker, and a beat later a Thomas Rhett song fills the bathroom.

“You’d walk around naked all the time if you could.”

“Wild, remember?”

Turning up the volume, she drops her phone on the vanity and drapes her arms around my neck. She turns a little so her body melts into mine, tits pressed into my chest. I circle her waist with my own arms, my fingertips marveling at how smooth and soft her skin is.

“Lemme guess. You’re not a naked person, even with this ridiculous body.”

“I’m not.” I debate telling herwhyI’m not: because I’ve been a dad for what feels like forever. I don’t remember a time when I could stride bare-assed through my house without worrying I’d scar my daughter for life.

But then Ava is untying the knot at my waist. The towel falls to the floor. My thickening cock meets with her belly as she goes up on her toes and presses her lips to my ear.

“Lemme rub off on you, then?”

I nearly bite off my own tongue when she nips at my lobe, sending a full-body shiver through me. “I like a rub.”

“Who doesn’t?” She grabs my hand and starts to pull me toward the bedroom. “C’mon, let’s dance.”

I feel more than a little awkward as I let her lead me out of the bathroom. When I see that she wants to go out into the living room, I dig my heels in.

“Oh, no no no,” I say. “Those windows—let me at least draw the curtains?—”

“Don’t you dare.” Glancing over her shoulder, she smirks. “Like you said, we’re hot as fuck. Let them see. Better yet, let them watch.”

“Watch what?”

She cocks a brow. “The show we’re about to put on.”

Then she gives my arm a hard tug, and together we stumble into the middle of the living area. The inky-black darkness fills the windows; no doubt the people below could seeeverythingif they looked up.

You wouldn’t know it by the way Ava begins to dance. She throws up her arms and bites her lips and moves, hips carving slow, deep circles in time to the music.

A rush of blood sends my dick full salute. I never recover this quickly.

I also never have naked girls dancing in my living room.

Her hair is still in a clip, allowing me a glimpse of her long, lean neck. I’m gripped by the very real urge to wrap my hand around her nape and hold her still while I pump into her.

She twines her arms above her head. Turning, she beckons me to join her, her eyes pure liquid fire as she crooks a finger.

The music plays. My blood runs hot. I’m already leaking everywhere, the drip of my pre-cum hot on my skin. Being around a free spirit like Ava is medicine I didn’t know I needed.

Fuck it.

Turning to the table by the door, I rip open the pack of cigarettes and tuck one behind my ear. Toss a handful of condoms onto the nearby couch.

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