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She lowers herself to her elbows, lifting her fantastic heart-shaped ass high in the air. Damn. “You have the best ass I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, swatting her cheek.
She lets out a sexy yelp, and I bite down on the soft flesh. My reward is a long moan, and I find another condom quickly.
Once it’s on, I grab her hips and shove into her. We groan at the same time.
“You look so fucking hot like this,” I tell her as she turns her face, watching us from underneath me. Thatsends a wicked charge down my spine as I pump into her, setting a relentless pace.
“So do you. You look so good on your knees fucking me deep.”
“Jesus. What a filthy mouth.” I’m burning up. Her shamelessness turns me on even more, makes desire prickle all over me.
I fuck her like I’ve always wanted to. With her offering her body, giving herself over.
Soon enough, she grabs at the white sheets, curling her fingers around the fabric, losing control in a beautiful orgasm that lasts for ages. Mine stretches on and on, too, as I join her on the other side.
Minutes later, she’s still breathing hard as she runs a hand through her hair. “You’re like a sex machine.”
I blow on my fingers and rub them across my chest. “I will take that as a compliment. And I’m sweating now. And thirsty. Thanks for the workout.”
I head to the bathroom, pour a glass of water for myself then one more for her, and return to the bed, offering a cup to Jillian. As we drink, my mind trips back to earlier in the night, something I heard her friend say.
“What was the deal with your buddy and the elementary school? The water pipes or something?”
She scoots up against the pillows, setting her glass on the nightstand. “He does press for the local NBA team and they pay for sporting goods and things like that at one of the inner-city schools. From what he was hearing, it sounds like the water pipes burst and the summer program for the fourth-grade kids who gothere will be closed unexpectedly tomorrow. They have teachers to supervise the kids, but nowhere to go.”
I furrow my brow. “That must suck for the parents. I remember when I was younger and schools had to close. My parents scrambled without any day care.”
Jillian nods thoughtfully. “It’s a real problem for working parents, especially with little kids.”
“Do you know if Andre figured out what to do? If there’s anything to do?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t. Do you have something in mind?”
The cogs are turning. I tap my temple. “I do, actually.”
I tell her my idea, and she beams. “You’d do that?”
“Of course. It’s hard to be a working parent. That’s one of the hardest things in the world.”
She flashes a sweet smile and reaches for her phone. “Let me call him.” Before she unlocks the screen, she clears her throat. “Do you need to go?”
I narrow my eyes. “Are you kicking me out?”
Her hair whips back and forth as she shakes her head. “No, but I don’t want to be presumptuous.”
I flop back down on the bed, full monty–style, and park my hands behind my head. “You can presume all you want with me. For instance, presume I want to give you more orgasms. Presume I want to spend the night. Presume I haven’t remotely had my fill of you.”
As she makes her call, I down the rest of the water and flick on ESPN, checking out baseball scores and pre-season reports as she talks to her friend. She coversthe phone a few times and asks me questions. I nod and tell her yes, yes, and yes.
When she’s done, she sets a hand on my chest. “You have the biggest heart.”
“Tell me something else that’s big.”
She laughs, spreading her fingers over my pecs. “You’re so ridiculous.”
“But it is big.”
Reaching for my dick, she squeezes it. “You know it is.” Letting go, she tiptoes her fingers up my belly. “I might need to take you for a ride again. I presume you can go for a third round.”
