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been about fifty pounds lighter than the two hundred and ten-pound man standing in front of JB.
    “Oh wow, this is you?” She traced the photo with her fingertips as she stared at my younger, more innocent self.
    “Yeah.” I was no longer nervous but insanely hard.
    At the sound of my gruff voice, she looked up. I watched her lips part and her eyes darken. She held the photo frame clutched in both hands.
    Stalking to her, I kept my gaze locked on hers. “Enough sightseeing.” I returned the photo to its place.
    “Something else you want to see?” Wide innocent eyes the color of a night sky delved into mine.
    “Yeah. You. Naked.” On my bed.
    I lead her upstairs without another word spoken. In my bedroom, I switched on a small light because I was not about to waste this opportunity. Our lips crashed together, and hers were warm and pliable, her tongue motherfucking acrobatic as it danced and dived around mine. For a moment, we tasted each other outside of our mouths, lips held open, tongues touching, and it was so hot I broke away with a groan.
    “I need . . .”
    “What do you need, baby?” JB’s voice lowered to a dirty gritty lusty tone.
    My cock lay at an awkward angle inside the constricting jeans. I popped open the top buttons, worked my hand inside, and straightened myself. The wet engorged tip kissed my stomach, stretching beyond the waist of my jeans. “Needed some breathing room.”
    “Show me.”
    I arched an eyebrow.
    “If your cock’s so hard because of me you can’t fit in your jeans anymore, I deserve to see what I’m getting.”
    Far be it for me to argue. I drew my shirt off and tossed it aside.
    My cock needed no coercion making an appearance. Another couple inches pulsed out of the opening, splitting the denim wide.
    “Good Lord,” JB gasped. “You’ve got girth.”
    My shoulders shook with a laugh. “Girth?”
    “Holy shit, yeah. You’re . . . um ”—she pulled her top lip through her teeth, leaving it shiny and still lipstick red—“thick as my wrist. See?”
    She lined up her hand with my shaft butting out of the jeans. My thighs tensed at the touch of her skin against mine. I glanced down then slammed my eyes shut. She wasn’t wrong.
    “Oh my God.” Her hands flew to my chest, and I looked at her through half-slit eyes.
    Her touch ignited the fire racing to my nads. “What?”
    “Chest hair, too. Sexy.” She tweaked my flat brown nipples and I shuddered hard.
    I was a man, yeah I had chest hair, a black smattering across my pecs that formed a straight line down my abs and beyond.
    She seemed to approve, rubbing her cheek against the light pelt then attaching her hot moist mouth to my skin, on the move to my stomach.
    “Not so fast.” I pulled her up. “Fair’s fair. Top off.”
    Crossing both arms, she reached for the hem of her shirt. With a wink, she pulled the long-sleeved top up and away. Encased in a sheer black bra, her tits bounced, and her nipples were dark, coin-sized, pebbled. As I’d imagined, hoped, fantasized, she had tiny dots of freckles on her shoulders and across the high, full, creamy mounds.
    Pulling her to my chest, I looked down her back. Those tempting butterfly tats increased in size the lower they were inked on her spine until the largest—bright blue, violet, and black—decorated her skin just above the dimples of her ass.
    Finding what I was looking for, I snapped open the clasp of her bra. I hooked one strap then the other off her shoulders. When I pushed her a step back, the bra fell to floor.
    I ran my hands from the flair of her hips to the indent of her waist, over her ribs and up to her breasts. Cupping the twin mounds of so-soft flesh, I watched her plum-colored nipples peek between my fingers.
    “Gorgeous.” I bent, kissing one nub with a lingering suck then the other. I crouched even farther, trailing the tip of my tongue from her belly button and up through her deep cleavage. “Freckles,” I moaned. “I love your