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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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“What?”

I buried my head in her chest and kissed all over her cleavage, pulling her back on me. I needed to distract her because that wasn’t a conversation to have in a baseball stadium when you’re balls deep in a skittish woman.

“Focus on the feeling, Carina. Focus on how good it feels with nothing between us.”

She moaned and rocked her hips harder. “I love how you feel inside me.”

“I’ve never been inside another woman without a condom.”

As if the admission was the flip to her switch, she lost it. She rocked harder, bouncing up and down, her tits swaying under her dress. I swiped my thumb across her clit and pulled her down so I could feast at her lips.

“Ian,” she cried. “Ian. Ian.”

I could listen to that chant until I died. “Come all over me, baby. Milk my cock.”

Goosebumps broke out across her skin, and then she was crying out, trying to bury her head in my neck to mask her pleasure. Her tight pussy squeezed me impossibly tight, dragging my orgasm right behind her.

When we were nothing but a panting mess, I did what I did best and made a joke, stroking down to her bare ass. “Whoever is on duty tonight got a hell of a view of this tight ass.”

She jerked up and tried to tug her skirt down over her bottom, unsuccessfully since my length was still lodged inside her.

“It’s not funny,” she reprimanded.

“It’s pretty funny,” I said, dragging the material back up so I could palm each cheek, squeezing her ripe bottom.

With one last kiss, I lifted her off me and helped her adjust her clothes.

“Now, I kind of wish I had panties,” she muttered.

“Why’s that?” I knew why, I just wanted to hear her say it.

She blushed beautifully and stuttered. “Well, I—I’m kind of—I’m—”

“Are you a mess with my cum leaking down your thighs?”

“You’re incorrigible,” she laughed, a smile tugging at her lips.

“You love it.”

Needing to feel it for myself, I moved my hand under her skirt and collected the sticky mess dripping down her leg. Just feeling my cum leaking out of her had me hard and ready to go again. But our time was running out. So, I pulled my wet fingers out and brought them to her lips, painting each curve.

Her tongue snaked out to trace the path before sucking my fingers into her mouth.

“Goddamn, woman,” I growled, adjusting my cock.

“I’m going to fucking own you when we get home.”

“You already do.”

“Fuck,” I whispered, clenching my fists to keep from ripping her dress off of her. “You’re lucky we have to go, or I’d have you bent over and let whoever came by watch.”

“Promises, promises,” she laughed, backing away to go.

“One of these days…”

She linked her hands with mine, a satisfied smile on her lips.

The walk to the car was fraught with tension; both of us eager to continue our night. When we’d almost made it to the car, she grabbed my arm, stopping me on the sidewalk, her face filled with a different kind of tension.

“Hey, I wanted to mention something and kind of hope it doesn’t piss you off.”

“Okaaaay?” My mind reeled with all the things it could be.

My nerves that I’d screwed up somehow grew with each second she bit at her lips and stared at the ground. We’d been sparking with sexual energy moments before, and now it felt as if we sat on the edge of a precipice with the chance to crash and burn.

I was about to come out of my skin when she finally asked, “How much do you and Hanna hang out?”

If she threw an advanced math problem at me and asked me to solve it, I wouldn’t have been more surprised. “What? Why?” She just stared, waiting for my answer. “I see her at Erik’s sometimes, less since Alex is around. Otherwise, work. An occasional lunch.”

She swallowed like those few times were hard to hear, and I still didn’t understand where this was going. “I think she’s uncomfortable with us being together.”

“What? No. She’s happy for me.”

“Not really. I mean she’s happy you have Audrey, but not us,” she explained gesturing between us.

I shook my head. “She’s happy for us. You just aren’t around enough to see it.”

“Ian, she’s in love with you.”

I couldn’t help it—I laughed. My head fell back, and big bellows of laughter escaped into the night sky.

When I looked down again, she had stepped back from me with her jaw clenched tight. “It makes me uncomfortable that you’re around her so much.”

Trying to keep up with what she was saying, I sobered and shook my head. “What? Do you not want me to be alone with her?” I asked like a joke because surely this was nonsense. Hanna wasn’t in love with me. She was like a kid sister to me.


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