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in his voice caused her to jump. “Where did you think you were going dressed like that ?” He would only have to raise the fabric a few inches and he could paddle her bottom bright red—like he’d threatened to do so many times before. He crossed his arms over his chest and arched an eyebrow, waiting for her answer.
    Alice’s face flushed darker pink, her embarrassment obvious. “I—I was going to tell Rich something, but I guess he passed out. I didn’t want to knock on anyone else’s door. The rest of the guys seem occupied right now.”
    Andy’s severe expression melted with understanding. “Okay. I’ll go downstairs to get another keycard.” And try to get rid of this erection along the way.
    “I owe you one,” Alice said, her lips curving slightly.
    Andy ventured downstairs to retrieve a spare keycard, seeing an image of her curvy body in the silky getup each time he blinked. When he returned, Alice was seated gingerly on the bed, gazing out the window. She stood up and moved toward him slowly, hesitantly, as if she sensed his wicked thoughts.
    “Here it is. They said to bring it back in the morning.”
    Alice accepted the keycard timidly. “Thank you, Andy. I-I really appreciate this.”
    “It was my pleasure.” Andy found himself staring hungrily at her lips, like they were a forbidden fruit waiting to be plucked and enjoyed no matter what the consequence. As she stared up at him with an open, vulnerable expression, the years of pining for her culminated into an unbearable pain.
    And then he snapped.
    He was on her, kissing her, clutching her face between his hands while tenderly exploring and tasting her mouth as if he owned it. She gasped at first, but soon dropped the keycard and pressed back against him. She wanted him too, he realized, deepening the kiss as his cock swelled and hardened fast against her stomach.
    Alice reached up his T-shirt and found bare skin. Boldly but softly, she raked her nails across his back as if she’d done it countless times before. Drawing back, Andy saw the lust in her eyes, heavy with need.
    After all these years.
    He buried his lips inside the hollow of her throat, searing her silky skin in a trail from her neck down to her welcoming breasts. Her velvety skin tasted like salt and something else much sweeter. It was more rewarding than any forbidden fruit could be.
    “Andy,” she whispered his name like an invitation for something more, something beyond the hungry kisses and groping. Andy’s cock swelled harder in response.
    With no memory of how or when, he found himself pressing Alice down on the bed, kissing, touching, tasting, and completely losing sense of time and place. Tenderly, he parted her thighs and rubbed a hand against her sex, feeling the gathering moisture through her panties. He wondered what she would taste like.
    The dim bedside lamp cast a rich yellow glow across Alice’s milky skin. Her hair circled her pretty face in complete disarray, and her cheeks were flushed pink. Beneath him on the bed, she looked wanton and as lost in the moment as Andy.
    What followed next was a heated rush. Between fast kisses and fumbling hands, every piece of clothing went flying like debris in a windstorm. He held her gaze as he rolled on a condom. When he positioned himself between her thighs, she trembled and arched up to meet him like a good girl. The tip of his cock probed her slick folds slowly at first, inch by inch as he slid himself inside her warmth. While she was no virgin, her walls closed tight around his solid length.
    After the first few thrusts, a soft moan escaped Alice’s lips, and she circled her legs around Andy’s waist. Never once glancing away from her glazed-over eyes, he pounded his cock into her sweetness without mercy, the unspoken wall between them crumbling to dust.
     
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    Alice was lost in a sea of pleasure, consumed by desire and the excitement of finally having Andy Steele in her bed—or his bed, rather. For years,