that mouth. "God, Glory. What are you saying?"
"Exactly what you're hearing, Tripp." And then she turned and presented him with the keys to heaven.
He used one hand to guide his cock to the mouth of her sex and shoved himself forward, waiting for the initial sensation to pass and grabbing hold of her hips for purchase.
She wiggled.
He hissed.
And then he started to move, slowly at first, soaking in her cream and the friction between them. But the temperature grew too hot too fast.
He ground his jaw and picked up the pace, slamming into her like he would take her apart. She moaned, asked for more, begged and pleaded with her mouth as well as with her cunt that gripped his cock so tightly he thought he would die.
It was over before it started. He came in a furious rush of come, unloading into her body until he was spent, drained, and on the edge of falling in love.
"Whew. I'm glad we got that out of the way."
Glory glared at the man sitting across from her in the huge tub and pelted him with her sponge. "Watch the complaints there, Shaughnessey . Or that'll be all you get out of me."
"Say it isn't so," Tripp teased, his expression that of a boy fearing he might never have a chance to snoop around the cookie jar again.
"You play nice, and we'll see how it goes." She leaned into the curve of the tub, drew her heels to her hips and stared at Tripp over the sudsy mountain of her knees. "I can't believe this day. I mean, now it's almost like it was a bad dream, but you're here, so I know it happened."
He arched a surfer blond brow. "You think I wouldn't be here if not for what happened?"
She looked at her knees instead of at him and gave a weak shrug. He tossed the sponge; it hit her square in the chest and she glared. "What was that for?"
"Because you're acting like a woman."
"I am a woman."
"I know that."
Men. Argh ! "Then what are you complaining about?"
"A man can only eat so many sprouts in a week, sweetheart. I figured you might realize I was in the shop to see you."
The butterflies were back with a vengeance, and this time she had the advantage of knowing how well he knew how to take care of the tickle. "I just thought you had a thing for turkey and avocado."
He held up a finger. "Don't forget the Dijon."
"And the whole wheat."
"See? You know me as well as I know myself."
"I know what you like to eat." His ego needed no further encouragement, so she twisted her mouth a bit before admitting, "And how well you eat."
He waggled both brows. "Eating is only one of my many talents."
"What are your others?"
He studied her for several long seconds. Apparently she was more transparent than she knew, because he had no trouble seeing her probing intent.
And he wasn't too happy about it. "You're not talking about my sexual prowess, are you?"
"You have prowess?" she teased.
"I have a lot of things that might surprise you."
"I only want to know about one."
"I am a renaissance man. I do not exist in a single dimension."
"Do you carry a gun?"
That seemed to knock him back a bit. He leaned into the curve of the tub as she had, stretched out his legs until his feet straddled her hips. His knees still broke the water's surface. It was a big tub, but he was a tall man.
"I do, yes. Most of the time."
"Do you have one with you now?"
He shook his head, his mouth in a tight line as if holding in more that he wanted to say.
"What's it like? To use it?"
"I try not to."
"But you have."
He nodded again.
"Well?" She prodded with her toes beneath his thigh as well as with her words.
"It depends on the situation and the outcome, but it's never nice. I mean, I don't go out hoping I'm going to get to use it."
She remembered then that he'd been a sniper. She started to ask, held back, thinking it best to wait before dredging up his past. "Well, I never did think you were an engineer."
"Did I admit that I wasn't?"
She nodded, because what he had said was enough to convince her. "You said you spun webs and
"Exactly what you're hearing, Tripp." And then she turned and presented him with the keys to heaven.
He used one hand to guide his cock to the mouth of her sex and shoved himself forward, waiting for the initial sensation to pass and grabbing hold of her hips for purchase.
She wiggled.
He hissed.
And then he started to move, slowly at first, soaking in her cream and the friction between them. But the temperature grew too hot too fast.
He ground his jaw and picked up the pace, slamming into her like he would take her apart. She moaned, asked for more, begged and pleaded with her mouth as well as with her cunt that gripped his cock so tightly he thought he would die.
It was over before it started. He came in a furious rush of come, unloading into her body until he was spent, drained, and on the edge of falling in love.
"Whew. I'm glad we got that out of the way."
Glory glared at the man sitting across from her in the huge tub and pelted him with her sponge. "Watch the complaints there, Shaughnessey . Or that'll be all you get out of me."
"Say it isn't so," Tripp teased, his expression that of a boy fearing he might never have a chance to snoop around the cookie jar again.
"You play nice, and we'll see how it goes." She leaned into the curve of the tub, drew her heels to her hips and stared at Tripp over the sudsy mountain of her knees. "I can't believe this day. I mean, now it's almost like it was a bad dream, but you're here, so I know it happened."
He arched a surfer blond brow. "You think I wouldn't be here if not for what happened?"
She looked at her knees instead of at him and gave a weak shrug. He tossed the sponge; it hit her square in the chest and she glared. "What was that for?"
"Because you're acting like a woman."
"I am a woman."
"I know that."
Men. Argh ! "Then what are you complaining about?"
"A man can only eat so many sprouts in a week, sweetheart. I figured you might realize I was in the shop to see you."
The butterflies were back with a vengeance, and this time she had the advantage of knowing how well he knew how to take care of the tickle. "I just thought you had a thing for turkey and avocado."
He held up a finger. "Don't forget the Dijon."
"And the whole wheat."
"See? You know me as well as I know myself."
"I know what you like to eat." His ego needed no further encouragement, so she twisted her mouth a bit before admitting, "And how well you eat."
He waggled both brows. "Eating is only one of my many talents."
"What are your others?"
He studied her for several long seconds. Apparently she was more transparent than she knew, because he had no trouble seeing her probing intent.
And he wasn't too happy about it. "You're not talking about my sexual prowess, are you?"
"You have prowess?" she teased.
"I have a lot of things that might surprise you."
"I only want to know about one."
"I am a renaissance man. I do not exist in a single dimension."
"Do you carry a gun?"
That seemed to knock him back a bit. He leaned into the curve of the tub as she had, stretched out his legs until his feet straddled her hips. His knees still broke the water's surface. It was a big tub, but he was a tall man.
"I do, yes. Most of the time."
"Do you have one with you now?"
He shook his head, his mouth in a tight line as if holding in more that he wanted to say.
"What's it like? To use it?"
"I try not to."
"But you have."
He nodded again.
"Well?" She prodded with her toes beneath his thigh as well as with her words.
"It depends on the situation and the outcome, but it's never nice. I mean, I don't go out hoping I'm going to get to use it."
She remembered then that he'd been a sniper. She started to ask, held back, thinking it best to wait before dredging up his past. "Well, I never did think you were an engineer."
"Did I admit that I wasn't?"
She nodded, because what he had said was enough to convince her. "You said you spun webs and
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