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forgotten about in the years since Leo’s diagnosis, or even before. In the last few years of their marriage, they’d become more focused on procreation than passion.
    “You’re perfect, so round and soft and wonderful,” he continued with his pretty words. “I wish I had my camera right now.” He smiled up at her, a lazy, dazed grin.
    “You’d really like to take pictures of me?” No one had ever talked of doing anything so scandalous to her. Leo had always been very simple about sex, never engaging outside the bedroom, only at night with the lights off.
    “Absolutely.” He slid his fingers up her back, tickling along each vertebra. “They’d only be for us, of course, but I’d love to have a few photographs of tonight, evidence for myself that I got to be with you.” He slipped his hand across her shoulders, pushing the hair back from her neck and twirling the ends between his fingers. She fought the urge to purr against him.
    She’d never felt so sexy, so alive as she did when Jeremy stared at her like this. His gaze focused on her, seemingly taking in every curve, every shadow, every dip and indentation. Normally such focus made her self-conscious. But the way he looked at her made her feel as though everything about her was beautiful, perfect—even the imperfections—because they were all a part of her. And she wanted to make him feel the same way.
    Reaching behind her, she grabbed his cock then slid her hand up and down its stiffness. He grunted, arching his hips into her hand, and she almost joined him. She liked having him beneath her, moaning and writhing for her. She slid back along his lower abdomen, brushing her pussy along his defined stomach muscles and pubic bone until she reached the prize below them. She gasped.
    “And what would you do with those pictures?” She lifted her hips to glide her slit across his cock.
    He groaned at the sensation. She fought back the same response, her pussy clutching with need. Why had she never felt this way before? Sexy, uninhibited, free? It was a damn shame.
    “Baby, you’re killing me,” he growled through his clenched teeth.
    She smiled. She liked the idea of killing him, this way at least. What is Jeremy doing to me? I’ve never been this adventurous, this brazen with anyone else. And I really like it.
    “Then you’d better tell me what you plan to do with those pictures.”
    She held his cock upright, keeping it positioned so that each time she lifted her hips her wet pussy—that was getting wetter by the second—slid across his erection. She squeezed her hand up and down the shaft, paying extra attention to the head.
    His breathing hitched as she brushed against him again and a place in her belly followed suit.
    “I’d look at them,” he said, “and remember. All the smiles, all the sexy fun.”
    She clutched him a little tighter. She liked that description. Sexy fun. She definitely felt sexy and she was having a lot of fun. She thrust her hips back again, fighting a whimper as the motion pressed down on her clit and sent shudders through her. “What else would you do?”
    “I’d touch myself,” he finally admitted, though he acted as if it pained him to say it.
    “Like I’m doing now?” She slid her hand up and down his length again, maintaining a strong, even grip.
    He shook his head. “Not nearly that good.”
    Boy, he had a talent for compliments.
    “What else?” she implored, even as the motion of sliding back and forth across his hard dick started to be too much for her.
    His hips now moved with her, pushing up against her and stimulating her clit each time until she had to fight for breath.
    “I’d think about being inside you, about that warm, wet pussy, and I’d—”
    “Come,” she finished. She enjoyed how he looked at her when she said the word, almost like a ravenous dog about to have a great feast.
    “Like a faucet.” He palmed her hips, aiding her in the movement as they thrust together. Perfectly in sync,