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I chuckled, but the tone was darker. “Like that idea?”

“Maybe.”

I grinned and trailed my lips down her neck. “Want to feel you come on my fingers, but you have to be very quiet.”

Aspen’s breaths turned to short pants, punctuating the air. “Yes.”

My grin widened. I unzipped her coat. The sound echoed like a cannon in the quiet night.

I slipped a hand beneath the waistband of her sweats, then into her panties. The groan was back on my lips. “This heat could give third-degree burns.”

I cupped her, and Aspen pressed into my hand with a whimper.

“Still,” I commanded.

She listened.

That ready acceptance had my dick straining against her ass.

My fingers slid inside, and Aspen’s mouth fell open on a pant.

“You feel like heaven.”

I pumped my fingers in and out, stretching and twisting, relishing every flutter of her core. It was like figuring out all the colors you could paint with. Which twist and flick brought her higher. What tempo made her quiver.

A third finger slid inside, and Aspen let another whimper free. The sound wrapped around my cock and squeezed.

I thrust in and out, faster and faster, as Aspen’s legs started to shake. My thumb found her clit and pressed.

She bit back her cry as she clamped down so hard on my fingers that I’d likely have bruises. “That’s it. Give it all to me.”

Her head tipped back, her lips parted, and she rode every crest and wave. I pulled each swell of pleasure, over and over, until she collapsed against me.

I slowly slid my fingers from her heat and licked them clean.

Aspen jerked upright. “You did not.”

My lips twitched. “My favorite flavor.”

Her jaw dropped, and she hopped to her feet, pulling me up and tugging me toward the door.

“Where are we going?”

Aspen shot me a grin over her shoulder. “You had your fun, it’s only fair I get mine. And my bathroom has great insulation.”

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Cady bouncedup and down in her booster seat. “They’re going to bring bugs and snakes and lizards and all sorts of things.”

I fought a shiver at the wordsnakebut tried to hide it. Cady lovedallliving things, and I didn’t want to change that for her.

“What do you think will be your favorite?” Roan asked from the driver’s seat as he turned into the elementary school parking lot.

“Hmm,” Cady said thoughtfully.

My gaze slid to my phone again. I’d gotten the alert two minutes into the drive, and my stomach had been in knots ever since. Steven and Tyson’s podcast had a new episode.

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