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"Yes?"

"Is any of it zucchini?"

"Yes, Siain, but for the water

"Caroline?"

"Hmm?"

"I didn’t think I could love you iar"

Chapter Twenty-Two

4:37 pm, that same day

"IS THAT THE SOAP? Don’t slip on the soap"

"I won’t slip on the soap"

"I don’t want you to slip Be careful"

"I won’t slip on the soap Now turn back around and be quiet"

"Quiet? Not possible, not when you…mmm…and then when you…ooohhh…and then when you--ow, that hurt, Simon You okay back there?"

"I slipped on the soap"

I started to turn around to see if he was indeed okay when he suddenly pressed ainst the tile Lips tickled and water sprinkled down ainst hts of runaway soap slipped from my mind as he slipped inside asp, a, and quickly followed by another gasp as he proceeded to thrust intoht of Simon, nad and wet His broas furrowed, y I spiraled fast, awareness and clear thought narrowing down to a pinpoint before exploding, wordless words falling out ofthe drain

Now that O was back, she didn’t dally So far, at least, she arrived pro the ging and pleading She’d rewarded me with a steady, constant parade that left me scra into , Simon failed to slow his roll He knew inherently, as I knew, that his girl was good for a fewdexterity, he planted a wet kiss on my neck, left my body, spun me quickly, and was back inside before I could say, "Hey, where’d you go?"

"Nowhere, Nightie Girl, not anyti ainst the tile, holdingme inside His body flexed while ainst each other How had I stayed away fro as I had? No matter He was here, inside hout I pressed back against hiaze down, lust cloudingdown himself to see what had me so transfixed, he was captivated as well, and a sound rather like "M it down, that feeling, that tipping point that felt so close to pain and so close to perfection Those blue eyes, now filled with lust and fire, flew back up to ether

Seizing Freezing Locked and unloaded We caroan that left my throat raw and reat na aroundflour piles and raisin cluht to behold When he skidded on a patch of hed so hard I had to sit down on the couch He now stood in front of hed, an ah, andht of boobs, two things happened His eyes popped, and so else popped Popped out I raised an eyebrow at this latest developdown at his HiThere poking through the towel Simon took the time to place his zucchini bread safely on the coffee table

"How cute is that? It’s like he’s poking his head out from behind a curtain!" I clapped eneral rule, no man likes the word cute in the same sentence as his junk"

"But he is cute--uh-oh, where’d he go?"

"He’s shy now Still not cute, but shy"

"Shy, o"

"He needs his ego stroked"

"Wow"

"No, really I think you’ll find he is quite receptive to stroking"

"Now see, I was thinking , but if you think stroking will suffice…"

"No, no, I think a tongue lashing is quite in order He--Goddaht the shy one forth, and irow harder still, I settled e of the couch, wrappedhim closer, and therefore deeper into me, I hummed in satisfaction as I felt his hands come up into ers onone hand in my hair and the other, well,He held himself As I concentrated all my attention on the tip of hi that was quite possibly the sexiest thing I’d ever seen Seeing his hand, wrapped around himself as he ht word for it It is inadequate in the face of the pure erotica playing out in front of ain in appreciation, feelingLucky mouth