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“Yes,” Tabitha hissed. “I have such good ideas, don’t I?” she questioned.

“I do remember a short while ago you saying something like ‘less talk’,” Spencer reminded her.

“Mmm. I might have,” she agreed increasing the crotch-to-crotch pressure.

Spencer growled. “Left, back pocket.”

Now he was talking her language.

Tabitha reached to where he’d indicated, knowing exactly what she’d find. Her fingers closed around a small foil packet; one that would allow them to take a shared trip to heaven. Her breath hitched just thinking about it.

But before that occurred…

She wedged the crinkly square between them, sassily bringing her hands back down to wander over the clenched muscles of Spencer’s butt cheeks, enjoying the way they twitched and flexed beneath her touch.

It was inflammatory. She needed more.

Ignoring Spencer’s squirming, she next dove—palms to skin—inside his waistband, and plunged downward, cupping his bare cheeks, dragging him even closer toward her confined, but wet heat.

He threw back his head to pin her with a stare, and glowered. “That condom better be on me in the next twenty seconds.”

“Or what?” she responded brashly.

“Or I’ll explode in my pants and we’ll have to start all over again.”

That was a first for her, and Tabitha loved it.

No man she’d ever been with—even though the list was short—had ever admitted to having a hair trigger. Somehow, though, she wasn’t buying it with Spencer. She had a feeling he had control of himself just fine. Still, the fact that he’d presented himself as possibly vulnerable…

He deserved a freaking prize.

Tabitha reluctantly removed her hands from the smooth skin of his ass, and reached for the hem of his shirt. Whipping it off, she snagging the condom as it flew from between them to stick it in her back pocket.

She slid her feet to the floor.

But Tabitha didn’t stop there.

With a smoldering grin, she lowered slowly to her knees, using her downward trajectory to unsnap the button at his waistline, then grabbed onto and lowered his zipper as she descended.

“Tabitha,” Spencer groaned, trying to reach beneath her armpits to lift her up.

She slapped his hands away.

“Relax and enjoy it,” she scolded. She loved giving head, and Spencer wasn’t going to deprive her of her reward now that she was within sucking distance.

Tabitha heard his breath come out in a long hiss as he finally gave in, wedging his nervous hands behind his very fine glutes.

She brushed her cheek appreciatively over the brief’s-clad bulge she’d uncovered, then tugged everything down, revealing…

“Well, hello big guy,” she purred. His cock was gorgeous. Big, thick, pulsing with excitement, and oozing her favorite flavor; those first, small droplets of male enjoyment that were always so fricking sweet.

Tabitha’s tongue came out to swipe away the liquid gold, and wasn’t Spencer a good boy. He immediately replaced what she’d stolen with more. Far be it for her not to take what was offered. She licked again, and he bucked forward.

Oh, this was going to be so much fun. Spencer was incredibly responsive.

Tabitha allowed herself the last of the emerging treat before getting down to business.

Once again she wrapped her hands around Spencer’s tight hips, cupping his ass and drawing him forward. She didn’t suck immediately, however. She had other places to explore, first.

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