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the expression before. “What are they?”
    “Where you are so horny you have no idea what I really look like.”
    “Or maybe you have no idea how hot you are, honey.” He scooped her up in his arms, and she squealed. “I’ll have to show you so you understand.”
    He dropped her on the bed, covering her immediately with his body. She reached up and kissed him. His cock jumped, reminding him how ready he was to get this show on the road.
    Still, he wouldn’t be doing anything until he had her satisfied. She’d agreed to February. He intended to show her she’d made a good bargain.
    Stacey sat up and pulled the tank top over her head. Her breasts were exactly as he’d remembered them all the years alone in his bunk, tent, or wherever they had sent him. Her titties were things of wonder.
    He took them in his hands. “Hello, ladies.”
    She swatted at him. “You’ve seen them before.”
    “And missed them.” Aidan took one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked, and she shivered beneath him. Letting go, he whispered in her ear. “No one has curves like you do.”
    “Lots of women do. You’ve been sleeping with flat-chested women, that’s your problem.”
    Stacey could say the funniest things. “What women?”
    “Right. Tonight you act like you’ve only been with me?”
    Funny thing was, it felt like there really hadn’t been anyone else but her.
    She tugged at his shirt, and he took it off. Stacey thrust her hands forward to stroke his abs. “Look at you. I told you you were built like a god. Do you live in the gym?”
    “Not exactly.”
    She traced his abs. “The last time I saw you, you were long and lean.”
    “We were really young, weren’t we?” He placed his hand on her slightly rounded abdomen. “You’re a woman. A beautiful one with curves in all the right places.”
    Stacey cupped him on the outside of his pants. He hissed as his cock surged toward her hand. “Don’t touch unless you want this to be over fast. That part of me seems to really like you, to be really excited to see you again.”
    “Ah.” She grinned the smile of a woman who knew she had power over a man. He wanted to refer to it as sultry. She raised her hands over her head. “I won’t touch you.”
    He pulled her pajama pants off, displaying her legs. “You can touch me, honey. Only not there, not right this very second.”
    Stacey hadn’t put panties on underneath her pajamas. Her completely nude pussy stared up at him. Hells bells, the woman shaved herself completely bald.
    “Are you sure you didn’t have someone coming over here tonight?”
    “No. But I’m glad two people are going to be coming here tonight. Get it? See what I did with the wording there?”
    “Ha-ha.” He actually did snicker. “Leave it to you to pun as I’m about to die of pleasure because you are totally bare. How long have you been doing this?”
    “I don’t know. Maybe ten, twelve years.”
    He grimaced, trying not think about which one of what had to have been a ton of guys had first convinced to go bare. He had no right to even think those things. If he hadn’t left her, she’d only ever have been with him. And then he could have been the one she shaved for.
    “I have to say I’m not used to it. Totally bare. It’s so…hot.”
    “Glad you approve.” She sat up on her knees, obstructing his view of his new favorite piece of art: Stacey’s naked pussy.
    In a swift, efficient manner she undid his belt and yanked down his pants. With a little maneuvering, she had them totally off and thrown behind her head onto the floor.
    His cock stood at attention, an aching, throbbing, desperate-for-her-pussy entity wanting one thing only: to spill itself inside of her. The thought brought him up short. Shit. He’d come to fuck her brains out and hadn’t given one thought to a condom? What the fuck was wrong with him?
    “Honey, I don’t have anything. Do you?”
    She smiled, rising from the bed. “How about you get those briefs off so