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There was no hiding his pleasure when Jess tapped on his door forty-five minutes later Dressed in her typical outfit of choice—a tank top and a pair of shorts that hugged her delightful ass—her hair once again was piled on top of her head, secured with a multicolored scarf The look was a stark contrast to her work attire Seeing her dressed up earlier had been a first, and so before he could start over analyzing what, if anything, it meant

“You brought stuff?” He indicated the six-pack and bag of chips in her hands

She handed him the beer “You won’t let me pay for half of dinner, so this isI’”

The hypnotic sway of her hips drew his attention as she strolled past him to set the chips down on the peninsula A soft floral aroma followed in her wake

“No chance of that After you washed and put away the dishes yesterday, you moved up in the ranks on friends I want to invite over”

A tight saze away from him to the beers he’d sat on the counter

She grabbed a bottle from the cardboard container “That’s what friends do”

Her lanced around Ryan took the bottle from her, walked into his kitchen and retrieved the bottle opener from the drawer

“You’ve not ave her a s?”

“Yeah Why?”

A rush of blood converged on his cock when she took a drink He sed hard as runaway thoughts took hold Ih his head Ryan gripped the countertop to keep fro himself

“You okay?”

Down boy “Yeah Yeah I’ht next Saturday night if you wanna come”

What the hell? Why would I invite her to fight night? His friends could be crude, vulgar assholes and not so he needed to expose her to More i to hit on her His storabbed his own bottle, popped the top, and drank half of it down The heat, it had to be the extra ti all messed up

Jess sat her beer down and tilted her head She did the twist thing with herto like