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At the same time, he rushes to add, “It’ll be just like the other night on the couch. No funny business, I promise.”

Right. Because he wouldn’t want that with me.

I can’t sleep in my sweatshirt, so I pull back. “I need to take this off, but yeah. I’d like to sleep here. Thanks.”

Impure, my mind whispers as Landon shifts to the middle of the bed to make room for me, and I lie down next to him in my t-shirt and sleep shorts.

I tell the voice in my head to shut up. Landon doesn’t have those kinds of intentions toward me. He’s made that clear, time and time again.

LANDON - NOW

This morning promises to be a good one, with a woman in my arms. Her soft breast fills my hand, her nipple responding as I lightly pinch. I flex my hips, pressing my hard-on to the delicious curves of her ass. How easy it would be to roll her over, yank down her shorts, and blanket her from behind. I’d thrust into her waiting pussy and listen to her moan.

I open my eyes as I start to turn her over. Wait.

This isn’t a hook-up. It’s Alice.

I let go of her breast and freeze at her soft moan of disappointment. Is she awake?

No, her breathing is deep and even.

I ease back even though I want more.

But a sleeping woman can’t consent. And if she were awake, there’s no way she’d consent.

Maybe she would. She consented to messing around with Cody.

Yeah, but he’s rushing things like a fucking teenager. I have more patience, and I want to take care of her, not confuse her or push her too far, too fast.

Slowly, so as not to disturb her, I ease to the other side of the bed and get up.

She turns on her back, her arm flung out to the place I was sleeping. Fuck, she’s so goddamn gorgeous, she defies natural law. Her tits are stunning, and now I know from accidental experience how good one of them feels against my palm.

It’s more than that, though. The curve of her lips, the slope of her eyelashes over her pale cheeks. Her heart-shaped face. The waves in her hair framing her forehead. The tiny dimple on her cheek that deepens when she smiles.

My cock is so hard, it’s painful. I grip the base.

Don’t jerk off here, you pervert.

I walk into the bathroom, start to close the door. I stop closing it when I catch another glimpse of Alice through the gap.

Here’s good.

I slide down my boxer briefs and grab my cock again, feeling the feverish heat of it against my palm.

It won’t take much. My balls are already tight and aching. I’m ready to blow.

One stroke. A second, then a third.

With my eyes on Alice, I come harder than I can ever remember coming before.

And then I start jerking off again. Because once isn’t enough. It never will be, with her.

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CODY - NOW

I pull laundry out of the dryer, trying to ignore the pleasure I feel at seeing Alice’s clothes mixed in with ours.