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"My God," she breathed. "How can you still have an erection after that?"
He buried a chuckle in the fragrant mass of black glossy curls and tightened his embrace. Just as he'd expected, she was soft and warm, a much appreciated refuge and delight in a world gone to shit. Never one to hide from trouble, he was nevertheless tempted to hide with Stacey. Just hole up in a bedroom somewhere and pretend that none of the last few weeks had ever happened. "You're rubbing and grinding your hot little body all over me. I would be worried if I weren't hard."
"You're insane. I'm wiped out."
"Are you?" he purred, sliding one hand between her spread legs. He arched his hips upwards, pushing his cock deeper into her while cupping a full breast with his free hand. With reverent fingertips he circled her clit, careful to move gently after her earlier frantic rubbing. "I'll do all the work, don't worry."
"I-I'm not… Oh! I can't…"
"Sure you can, darlin'." Co
She began to whimper and writhe, straining in his arms, voicing breathless pleas, "… yes… oh god… deeper…"
He caught her nipple in his fingers and pinched it, tugged it. Her i
"That's it," he praised, completely infatuated by her response. She was totally focused on him, as he was on her, which was perfect. She was perfect.
Stacey fell apart in his embrace with a thready cry that almost set him off. He clenched his jaw and held back, gentling her with kisses and murmurs of appreciation.
"Jesus," she gasped, her head falling to the side to press her cheek to his. "Three orgasms in an hour. Are you trying to kill me?"
"Are you complaining? I can try harder."
She smacked his hand when he tweaked her nipple and he laughed.
"I like your laugh," she said shyly.
"I like you."
"You don't know me."
"Hmm… I know you love your son and you're a good friend to Lyssa. I know you're tough and you raised a child alone without any support, something you resent and rightfully so. You're uninhibited and comfortable in your skin. You've got a wicked sense of humor and you don't trust men to want you for more than sex."
"Sometimes that's convenient." She giggled, and the girlish sound combined with her lush woman's body made him even harder. "Jesus. You might want to get that thing checked."
"I've only had one orgasm to your three," he pointed out. "And I want you for more than sex."
She stiffened.
"I have no friends here, Stacey. Besides Aidan."
"Listen…" She struggled up to a seated position and lifted off of him.
Sighing inwardly with disappointment, Co
"Friends-with-benefits is a great arrangement for a lot of people. But not for me."
He took a moment to step into the nearby downstairs guest bathroom and disposed of the condom. "Okay…"
He lifted the toilet seat and began pissing with the door open, waiting for her to finish voicing her objection.
Stacey leaned against the jamb and watched him warily. Relieving himself in plain sight was base and a bit crude, but also undeniably intimate, which was what he wanted. Intimacy. Co
"I can't decide if you're completely rude and arrogant," she murmured, almost to herself, "which I hate. Or if you're simply open and confident, which I like."
"You like me."
She snorted and crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't know you near as well as you think you know me. The only thing really working in your favor is that you're best friends with Aidan, who is overall a nice guy."
Co
The corner of her mouth twitched and he was suddenly determined to make her laugh out loud. She was too serious, and he couldn't shake the feeling that the exterior shell protected a vulnerable middle. A middle that very few people were ever privileged enough to see.
"We shouldn't have done that," she said.
He flushed the toilet and then moved to the sink to wash up. He studied Stacey's reflection in the mirror. Their eyes met and held, "Why not?"
"Because our best friends are getting married. You and I are going to run into each other occasionally and this," she waved a hand between them, "is always going to be there. That we know sexual things about each other. That I've seen you take a leak."
Pulling the towel off the rack, Co
She bit her swollen lower lip. He wasn't a kissing man usually, but the desire to feel that mouth against his had been undeniable and he'd indulged. Stacey had full, plush lips. Co
At the thought, his cock, which was already at half-mast from the clenching of Stacey's recent orgasm, leaped to attention.
"Okay." She pointed an accusing finger at his waving erection. "That thing is a sexual lunatic."
Co
"Beautiful," he said.
She looked aside, then she turned away, moving back into the dining room to collect her discarded clothes. She held them to her torso in an obviously defensive posture and he took up her abandoned position of leaning against the jamb.
"You didn't answer my question," he murmured, watching her intently.
Shrugging, she said, "I have bad taste in men."
He didn't say anything to that, just considered her carefully.
"I'm going to take a shower." She moved to walk past him.
He reached out and caught her arm, stopping her. "Stacey."
Her gaze rested first on where his hand wrapped around her upper arm, then it lifted to meet his. Her brows rose.
"Do you like Chinese food?"
She blinked and then gifted him with a soft smile, recognizing the olive branch. "Moo shu pork. And cream cheese wontons."
"Got it."
There was a slight hesitation, then she nodded and moved to the stairs.
Co