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Damnit. I just knew it. I could have some real fun taking that hot little body for a ride on my dick.
I bet she’d fuck with a purpose, getting off like it was on the day’s agenda.
Her feet were bare. They were so tiny, which made sense, because she was tiny.
What didn’t make sense was how much those little bitty feet turned me on.
Even her face resting in sleep was another, softer, sexier version of her. Goddammit, but she was prettier than I’d let myself see before.
She also looked painfully young. She was such a force of nature it was easy to forget she was still in her early twenties.
I didn’t like them that young. Under twenty-five and they weren’t quite all the way cooked, usually.
I was well into my thirties, and she was just too fucking young.
My dick emphatically didn’t care about that.
She shifted, turning and hiking a leg up, revealing more smooth skin with each movement.
It was too fucking much. I cleared my throat.
She rolled onto her back, blinking up at me.
“Morning, lazy buns,” I told her. My voice came out all funny. Throaty and soft with a thread of something worrisome.
She blinked some more. “Morning?” she yawned.
I smiled down into her confused face. “It’s four in the afternoon. You’re taking your lazy Sunday to a whole new level.” I sat on the coffee table in front of her. My knees were almost brushing her bare legs.
She shrugged, unconcerned, sitting up slow as you please, smoothing her T-shirt down to cover skin as she went. Was she not wearing a bra? Jesus Christ. “Are you wearing a bra?” I asked. Damn lack of a filter again.
Her face screwed up into a cute little glare. “Not that it’s any of your damn business, but I am.”
I studied her some more. “Not your usual kind. Whatever you’re wearing has little to no support.”
She glared harder, grabbing her glasses off the coffee table and perching them onto her face. “For your information, it’s a bralette, and no, it’s not supportive, but it’s comfortable. Now can we stop talking about my underwear?”
I nodded at her legs. “Where’d you get those boxer shorts? An ex-boyfriend or something?”
She looked caught off guard. It was a talent of mine. “Noooo,” she said slowly. “I bought them. They’re comfortable to sleep in.”
“You bought men’s underwear to sleep in?”
“Like I said, they’re comfortable.”
“Well, if you ever need to borrow any of my underwear, let me know. It’ll save you the trouble of shopping in the men’s underwear section.”
She was blushing. It didn’t take much. Yummy.
“So this is what you’re doing with your whole day?” I asked her, trying to sound judgmental. “Reading?”
She looked intrigued. “Don’t you write books? I’d think you of all people would understand the appeal.”
“Point taken. I just don’t catch many people reading around this place. There’s so much else to do on the property.”
“Maybe try dating a girl that knows how to read.”
My brows rose. “Is that an offer?”
