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She took both mugs and led the way down the hall to her bedroom. He watched as she placed them on the small table in the corner and turned shyly.

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She laughed. “You sure you don’t want to run away?”

He got serious and shook his head. “I don’t want anything but to be inside you, Tate Murphy.” He paused. “”You don’t have any idea what you do to me do you?”

“I don’t understand it. Why me?”

Remaining there in the doorway he watched as she took a nervous sip of the coffee. Took in the slight tremble of her hands as she did.

“Sweetness, I want you so much I think I’m going to have a stroke. All the blood in my body is now in one spot and I’m slightly dizzy from it,” he said with a rueful grin as he motioned toward his cock. “Can I show you how much I want you? What you do to me? Again? Because if you recall, we were in a similar situation last weekend. Only now we’ve got condoms.”

She nodded, staying silent. He took one step and then another and another until he reached her. He switched on the light and took a sip of the coffee. “Ahh, nice and sweet like a proper Southern woman knows how to make it.” He winked.

She smiled, shaking her head at him.

“I want to see you,” he said, coming to stand in front of her. Finishing the last of the coffee, he got down to business, popping buttons on her dress one by one.

“Turn off the light,” she whispered.

“No, I won’t be able to see you if I do that. I want to see your curves, sweetness. We did it your way last time. Let me see you.”

“But…” She blushed and he paused to quickly pull his own shirt off, tossing it in the nearby chair.

“See, I’ll go first.”

“Yeah, like that’s a comparison,” she grumbled but he couldn’t help but love the way she stared at his body. It wasn’t that he hadn’t been sized up by the fairer sex before. But this was different, this was Tate looking at him like he was the best thing since Christmas morning.

“Sweet holy fuck. Oops, sorry, my fuck problem again. You’re beautiful. Matt,” she hesitated, wringing her hands, “I’m not…my body isn’t like yours.”

He chuckled and kissed her quickly. “I should hope not. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.” Winking, he took her hand and put it over his cock. “This is what your body does to me. I’m not lying when I say you’re sexy.”

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He got back to work until the last button on her dress slid free. Slowly, gently, he slid the dress back, letting it drop. She stood there for a moment, blushing, her eyes screwed shut tight.

Reaching out, he drew a fingertip down the curve between her breasts, right along the lace of the sexiest red lace bra he’d ever seen. Her panties matched, high cut on her hips. She was a little Venus there, delicate and yet larger than life.

“You still with me, sweetness? You’re so damned beautiful, so sexy. I can’t believe you wanted to hide yourself in the dark. Your skin is amazing, flawless.” He smoothed his palms over her arms, down her stomach and around to cup her ass briefly.

Her eyes opened a little bit but she still looked dubious. He’d have to change that. Tracing the lace of her bra, he reached around and undid the hooks, letting it fall and join the dress.

Such pretty, alabaster-pale skin. He saw the faint tracery of blue veins just beneath. Her breasts were large and heavy in his hands, nipples hard and dark pink. Brushing his thumbs over them, they hardened further. He looked up to see her catch her lip between her teeth. Still, nervousness vibrated through her and he could tell by the way she stood she wanted to cover up.

Murmuring softly, he lay her down on the bed and eased her panties off. A triangle of closely trimmed pale curls shielded her pussy. She moved her hands to cover herself but he took them, kissing each one and putting them down on the bed.

“Please don’t try and hide yourself. You are so damned beautiful and sexy I can’t wait to be inside of you,” he growled, pulling off his pants and shorts.

Her eyes widened as he stalked toward her and he was pleased by the look of hunger on her face.

He got to the bed next to her and she smiled up at him. “Now, where was I?” He waggled his brows.

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