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“Yeah. We can head over to his place tomorrow.”
“Well done, baby,” I say patting her head, then I freeze.
“Can I not call you that?” I ask her.
“First off, you cannot pat my head. I’m not a dog. I know I’m small, but I have a huge bark and bite,” she tells me with a frown.
“Don’t I know it,” I say with a chuckle.
“Second, even though I think baby is the dumbest, most generic nickname on the planet, you can call me it as long as we’re not having sex.”
I laugh.
“Don’t worry, I think I’ll just stick to Audra or any other names you have,” I tell her.
She smiles.
“What’s your full name, anyway?” I ask her.
She shakes her head with a small smile.
“I’m not saying.”
“Come on. You refused to tell me your age, and now you won’t even tell me your full name,” I say with a pout.
She kisses my lips before speaking.
“I’m five years younger than you. As for the name, you’re going to have to work for it.”
“So you’re 35?” I ask.
“Yes, but don’t say it out loud. I sound old.”
“That’s because you are old, dumbass.”
She flicks my forehead before settling deeper into my chest. She really does find pleasure in those little punches.
“I’m glad you weren’t hurt today. When you didn’t come back, I was honestly terrified. I kept thinking about Jeff. I thought something bad had happened to you too, and I would never see you again.”
Audra raises her head to look me in the eyes.
“I’m really sorry, Ethan. I should have never made you worry like that.”
“As long as you’re safe,” I tell her kissing her on the forehead.
Then I move to her lips, and soon we’re in a frenzy as we rip each other’s clothes off.
Chapter 8
(Audra)
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His hands slide up my waist and just narrowly miss my breasts. His throaty chuckle does weird things to my heart, and my legs tighten around him in response. He leans back and tugs his shirt over his head, and my eyes go straight to the hard lines of his chest and stomach.
He starts tugging at the shorts I’m wearing until he gets them off. Then my shirt comes next. I help him out of his shirt and he grins against me when I hook my thumbs in the sides and shove my panties to the floor.
He runs his hands up my legs as he parts them farther. Every touch feels like fire against my skin. My head drops back as his tongue finds my clit. Then he moves back up and shuffles out of his jeans with a smile on his face.
