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tell her. He doubted there was a man alive who would have. Still, the sight made sorting through his
conflicting feelings even more difficult. She saw what they d just done as something casual. He
should be happy about that. Casual was all he wanted all he ever wanted.
She laid a hand on his shoulder, seeming to sense his mood.  What s the matter?
He held up a hand, speaking to himself and her at the same time.  Nothing.
She dropped her hand.  Should I not have been so honest? No wonder Brigitte skips out before
her dates wake up. This is awkward.
He knew enough about Brigitte and her overnight guests to dislike the comparison. He wasn t
ready to admit, even to himself, that being with Tara was different made him feel different. So
instead of discussing how he felt about them, he said,  I don t like the idea of Dyson staying here with
you.
Tara cocked her head to one side, looking genuinely surprised.  Dyson? He s harmless.
 He s far too comfortable being here without your roommate.
 That s because he and I have spent a lot of time together since he met Brigitte. I feel bad for
him. He really likes her.
 You re not staying here alone with him.
Tara stood up, tightening the towel around her.  I m sorry? Since you and I won t be seeing each
other after today, it s really none of your business who does or doesn t stay here.
Max stood and glared down at her.  Who said anything about never seeing each other again?
Her eyes rounded.  You did? You don t do relationships.
 I don t.
Tara took a step back, chewing her lip as she did. She pointed a hand at his lower region without
looking down at it.  It could be because you re distracting me by waving your . . . whatever . . . at me
while you speak, but I m confused.
He stepped closer.  I don t want to talk, Tara. I want to spend the day exploring every sweet
inch of you. With one strong move, he whipped the towel off her. He grabbed one of her arms and
hauled her against him, bare skin to bare skin.  I m not done with you, Tara. I m nowhere near done.
Her lips parted, and she let out a wistful sigh that was all the yes he required. He lifted her into his
arms and carried her down the hallway to her bedroom.  I only brought one condom with me. Looks
like we ll have to get creative.
With rounded eyes, she laid a hand on his shoulder and asked softly,  Creative?
He laid her gently on the bed and took a moment to appreciate her sheer beauty. She had her
long, lean legs chastely together as if they hadn t just fucked in the other room. She raised herself onto
her elbows, and he knew he d never again see a more perfect set of tits. They were naturally high and
round, what women strove for with implants.
His cock was pulsing evidence of the hold she had over him. His need for her blatantly
displayed. She looked down at his arousal and licked her lips before meeting his eyes again. The air
was heavy with anticipation of what they both knew was to come, but he didn t move toward her. His
earlier orgasm had taken off the edge, and he wanted her to be the one to lose control first.  Say it and
I ll do it, Tara. Tell me what you want.
Almost shyly she parted her legs slightly, watching his expression carefully as she did, as if she
were afraid he d laugh. There was nothing funny about the sight of her delicious sex already shining
with a wetness he couldn t wait to taste.
 Wider, he ordered softly, and she opened her legs more for him. In all his life, he d never seen
anything more beautiful than Tara offering herself to him.
He was between her legs in a heartbeat, telling himself it would be more fun if he made her ask
for each touch, but unable to resist tasting her. He laved her lower lips, then parted them with one
hand and blew gently on her exposed clit. Her hips jutted upward and her head flew back.
She was so ready for him, so eager for his mouth, but he knew her pleasure would increase if he
took his time and teased her first. He kissed the inside of each thigh, stroking his hands lightly over
her. He gently kissed her stomach, her amazing hips, and the length of her thighs.
He ran a hand up the back of one of her legs, lifting it as he did, then slowly ran his hand down it
again. He did the same with her other leg. Each firm caress both relaxed her and deepened her
breathing.
He slid a hand beneath her ass and lifted her to worship her sex again. He gently nipped her
mound then paused, letting his warm breath be a promise of its own. She dug her hands into his hair
and writhed beneath him. He used his free hand to lift himself so he could lean forward and tease both
her breasts with soft kisses before working his way back down to where she was moaning in
anticipation for him to go.
With deliberate, torturous leisure, he made his way back to her sex. He licked her as he had
before then parted her lips. Her clit was a tiny, hard nub eagerly awaiting his attention. He stroked his
tongue across it, then up and down, alternating his technique until he found the rhythm and the
direction that had her gasping and begging him not to stop.
He had no intention of disappointing her. He continued even as she moved her hands to grip the
bed sheets beside her head and opened herself wider for his mouth. He loved how her skin warmed
beneath his hands as she became more and more aroused.
He increased the speed of his rhythmic assault when he sensed she was nearing climax. She
writhed against his mouth and cried out as an orgasm shook through her. He lapped at her juices
greedily, gently sucking her clit as she shuddered again in his arms.
Still panting, she threw out one arm toward the bedside table and whipped open the drawer. She
fumbled for a moment then threw a condom at his head. It bounced off his forehead and landed on her
stomach. She tensed beneath his hands.  In my head, I handed that to you with a level of
sophistication.
As turned on as he was, he still found her so amusing he chuckled and kissed her inner thigh.
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