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she’d been keeping unclaimed all her life, but knew it would be next to impossible, there and then.
    His cock throbbed in her hand and he pulled his lips from hers to look down at her. She could see the strain in his eyes, like he was holding back. That’s the last thing she wanted him to do.
    “I’m going to come, baby. Stop now or…”
    “Come for me,” she groaned before kissing him with every ounce of passion that was vibrating through her body.
    “Oh fuck. Oh damn!” He thrust a final time in her hand and with a low groan he released. A forceful stream of cum came rocketing from him, coating her bare stomach and reaching as far up as the underside of her breasts.
    “Oh my God Trina! What the fuck!” The squeal was all too familiar, ending the moment.
    Closing her eyes, heat rose to her cheeks and she pressed herself against Batman . Glancing over his shoulder she saw Beth. Gwen standing behind her, attempting to push Beth out of the way to see why she was so surprised.
    “I think that’s my cue to go,” her mystery man whispered to her, quickly putting himself away and carefully zipping up her top.
    “Wait. What?” She tore her focus from her friends to him. “But, I don’t even know…”
    He hooked his index finger under her chin and gave her a chaste kiss. “Don’t worry.” Not waiting for a response he turned and made his way toward the door. Her friends rushed into the bathroom and moved out of his way, allowing him to exit.
    Once he was gone, the relentless inquisition began.

Chapter 4
    Brice was on edge as he glanced at the grandfather clock sitting on the opposite side of the living room, checking the time. Where was she? Didn’t she know he’d worry? She was a techie little nerd, she knew how to use a cellphone.
    A sexy little nerd , a voice chimed in and his dick sprung alive at the thought of her in that Harley Quinn costume. She didn’t think he’d seen her, but he had. Today’s costume was sexy in an entirely different way than the Poison Ivy costume was. It had kept him in a semi-hard state most of the evening, until he was granted release.
    Grabbing the remote, he put the television on mute and then grabbed his mobile phone from the coffee table. He started to type her a message when the sound of the front door opening and closing caught his attention. Sitting up on the sofa, he peered over the back, waiting for her to walk past the room.
    Moments later she appeared, moving briskly, no doubt attempting to make it to the stairs before he could call out to her. She wasn’t getting off that lucky.
    “Hey, Trina!”
    Her body froze and she slowly turned to face him, removing her jester hood as she turned and shaking out her hair. “Yea.” She kept her eyes downcast.
    “I’m wearing clothes. You can look at me.”
    Her eyes lifted and she smiled, a rosy hue colouring her cheeks. “After last night, a girl can never be too sure.”
    “Cute. Where’ve you been?”
    She frowned. “What do you mean?”
    He pointed to the grandfather clock. “It’s 1 a.m. Where’ve you been?”
    She laughed and gave her head a shake, her crimson hair swaying behind her. “Last night you were making fun of me for being home early and now you’re lecturing me because I’m late?
    Some nights you never even come home, Brice! Double standards much?”
    “Why have you been avoiding me all day?”
    Planting her hands on her hips, she rolled her eyes at him. “Gee, I don’t know. Maybe because I saw you naked last night and it was sort of awkward.”
    He stood and made his way around the sofa, toward her. It was killing him not to pull her into his arms. In the matter of two days, he went from barely noticing her to wanting her more than he’d ever wanted any woman before.
    “I wouldn’t avoid you if you wanted to roam the house naked.” He graced her with a lopsided smile, hoping to engage her in a teasing banter.
    “You’re impossible, Brice.” She turned and stormed off.
    Not finished