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Zoey was driving me crazy,and she was completely oblivious to it. She walked around the apartment in tank tops without a bra. She snuggled up close on the couch and smelled so damn good I thought I’d lose my mind. And every time I looked up, she was watching me. Instead of dropping her gaze, those damn lips would curl into a knowing smile.

There’s a warning on the Viagra commercials about calling your doctor if your erection lasts longer than 4 hours. I had a constant hard-on in Zoey’s presence to the point that I was in pain. I wondered, on more than one occasion, if I should consider this a medical emergency.

I jerked off every chance I could get, but to no avail. It’s like my dick knew the difference between Zoey and my hand and it didn’t want my hand. It wanted Zoey.

Tonight was my first night off in a long time. I was tempted to lock myself in my bedroom with a lot of porn on my phone, but instead, I asked Zoey if she wanted to watch a movie.

“Just let me get into something more comfortable,” she disappeared into her bedroom.

I grabbed a beer and watched as she emerged from her room wearing yet another thin tank top and a pair of cotton pink pajama bottoms.

“How’s the new job?”

She stretched her arms above her head, giving me a tantalizing view of her bare breasts beneath her top. “I love it so much.”

My voice sounded gruff. “Frank treating you okay?”

“He’s nice.”

The Frank I knew scared grown men. “Okay.”

Her pants hung low on her narrow hips. They looked like they’d slide off with ease.

I forced myself to look up at her face. “What movie do you want?”

Her smile made my dick twitch, but in its defense, everything she did these days made it twitch. “I get to pick?”

“Anything you want.”

I fiddled with my phone while she worked the remote, trying not to check out the smooth outline of her bare breasts beneath her tank top.

The movie started. I settled back on the seat. Without saying a word, she shuffled over on the couch until she was snuggled against me.

She would be thedeathof me.

I reluctantly lifted my arm so that her head was resting on my chest and her arm wrapped around my waist. I rested my arm along her side.

Why did this feel so damn good? I was not a touchy-feely kind of guy. I didn’t do cuddles. Except with Zoey. I rested my chin on the top of Zoey’s head, loving the way her soft hair felt on my face.

I couldn't follow the plot of the movie. There was a plane and people. And lots of shooting. I stared blankly at the screen, but I could only think about how good she smelled. I slowly flexed my hand over her hip. Then against my will, my hand did a slow circle, rubbing her hip through her thin pajama bottoms. My cock joltedwhen she snuggled tighter into me. Growing bolder, I ran my hand down her leg and back up over her small hip. Her hand tightened around my waist. I ran my hand up and down her back, again and again, each time going lower, until I was smoothing my touch over her tight little butt. Her breathing changed. Became slightly erratic. I stared unseeing at the screen, only able to concentrate on how her tight body felt beneath my hand.

“Zoey.”

She tilted her head back, showing me her face.

I debated as I studied her. This was such a bad idea, but my willpower was at an all-time low. Every reason I had used to keep me away from touching her vanished. I wanted one kiss.

I lowered my mouth to hers.Finally. God. She tasted like cherries and sweet goodness. She moaned, and I shamelessly used that opportunity to deepen the kiss. I wrapped my hand around her neck, loving how her pulse was hammering beneath my fingertips. Her skin was so smooth and soft. I wanted to devour her. Worship her.

I lifted my face a couple inches above hers. “Tell me to stop.”

Her mouth was swollen. Hot desire flamed in her gaze. “I know you don’t want to have sex, but maybe we could do other things?”

Other things. My mind flooded with all the possibilities. She had been the focus of my fantasies for so long that making them a reality was a temptation I couldn’t resist.

Before I changed my mind, I scooped her up and deposited her on her back. In less than a heartbeat, I was kneeling on either side of her, whipping my shirt over my head. “I think that’s the best fucking idea you’ve had since IKEA.”

Her laugh shot straight down to my cock, making it strain harder against my jeans.

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