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“I’d win that competition, hands down No question,” Colton says “You had aI’” I shift up his body anddistance “It wasn’t a moment of weakness It was a lot of moments of desire And you’re not an assle”

“What do you want, Nell?”

“I already asked you that question, remember?”

“So neither of us knoe want?” His eyes search mine, and his hand inscribes circles on the small of my back

“No Yes I knohat I want, but I’ I do know that hoent about getting it rong, though So for that, I’ you should’ve done what you did, but while I’m awake?” His palm continues to circle, but h He notices, and his eyes widen, his nostrils flare, his lips thin, his breathing goes deep

“Yes,” I say

I have to just ohat I did, what I want He was all too right when he said what I did changes things I can’t go back now I kno he feels in my hand I kno his body feels beneath me, and I want more of it I kno his hand feels on my ass And I knoants this as much as I do, and we’re both conflicted about it

I aze as he explores doard I bite ot in bed, I’d stripped offA triangle of silk overdown my crack I took off , blue cotton with a pocket over the right breast, a glittery purple heart on the pocket

He follows the line of the waistband ofaround my hip, his eyes locked on mine, and he slowly and deliberately cups my left cheek I search his eyes, and see ive you,” he says, an ever-so-subtle s tilt to the side of his mouth “After all, it was a really aweso betweenmy breath, and I can’t seem to catch it He slides his palh, then the other God Oh god Now up ers, his palo betweenaccess frontward I shift my arm, slide my palm up his chest, hesitate at his shoulder, then do as I’ve wanted to do for so long, it seeives him access, and he moves his hand around ainst his chest

“What are we doing here, Nell?” he asks, his voice his voice a raspy whisper

I shake my head and lift one shoulder “I have no idea But I like it”

“Me too” He pullsso I’ over his thighs, free hand on his breastbone

Now I’m exposed My shirt is hiked up so the undersides of e hiaze on his too-blue eyes

Ohod God He takes the dare Palo south, and I think he considers it, thens burn,or pounds wildly, I can’t decide which

Then his rough and gentle and huge hand cradles my breast beneath the shirt I haven’t taken a breath in at least thirty seconds Oh god, oh god, oh Scratchy, hard My brsts are fairly big, C-cups, almost a D, but he can palm one easily His pal throughme dizzy

“Colton…” I duck my head and bury my forehead on his shoulder

“Look at me, Nell,” he commands, softly but fir point, right here You don’t want this, you have to tell otten I’ll be your friend But say so now ‘Cause any further, we’re in it all the way”

I gulp I nod I bite my lip and look away