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one finger purposefully over her and she bucked against me as she breathed out slowly.

Using my knee, I coaxed her to put her foot up on the couch as I started undoing my jeans. Like she knew exactly what I had in mind, she didn’t hesitate.

I pulled a condom out of my pocket as my fingers kept working her and ripped it open. But I didn’t remove my hand from between her legs until I felt her tense and shudder against me, letting go a soft breathy moan.

Like my life depended on it, I got the condom on and angled her body down to give me better access.

“Bossy,” she teased.

“You want me to be gentler?” I asked her.

She shook her head as she looked at me over her shoulder. “God, no.”

I grinned as I took her hips in my hands. She reached down and pulled her panties aside, and I slid into her like we’d been made for it.

She was tight and warm, and every time I entered her felt like the first all over again. It was way too satisfying a feeling and one I’d craved every moment of the day since the first time.

We hadn’t set a precedent for slow and sensual, and we didn’t seem to be making a plan to any time soon. I took her, hard and fast, bent over my couch until we were both breathing heavily.

I felt her contract against me as she came again and it was enough to send me over the edge with her.

I pulled her body up against mine and kissed her neck as I pumped her lazily another couple of times, and I felt her breath a soft chuckle.

After I pulled out, I headed for the kitchen to tidy up a little. By the time I got back to the couch, she was sitting there with the neck of her beer bottle in her mouth. He cheeks were slightly flushed, but that was the only outward sign of what we’d just done.

I sat back beside her on the couch, and we laughing argued over what to order for dinner.

9

Leah

Sunday late morning saw me at my sister’s house. Her husband, Michael, was already at golf, and her step-daughter Sara was in the living room playing games with a couple of friends. Violent games, according to what I saw as I passed through on my way back from the bathroom.

“Aunty Leah, do you want to play a bit with us?” Sara asked as I made my way back to the kitchen.

I smiled at her. “I think I’m a little old for video games, guys. But thanks.”

They all made a nice show of groaning and bemoaning my reluctance, but I’m sure they were all secretly very happy they didn’t have an ‘old person’ trying to weasel in on their fun. Not in the least, I couldn’t work out what on Earth they were doing except maybe killing things.

“They all right in there?” Anna asked as I sat back down.

I checked the time on my phone. “Seem to be.”

“Are you eager to see him, or just to be rid of my judgments?” she chuckled.

I looked up at her with a sarcastic nose wrinkle. “Neither. Just like to keep track of how much longer until he arrives.”

“You can admit you like him,” she said through a mouthful of scone.

I’d decided it was safer to stop eating an hour earlier so I didn’t offend Mother by not being hungry. I was regretting that decision, but had to stand by it. “What makes you say I like him?”

She held her finger out for me to steal the leftover cream off. “The fact you’ve barely stopped talking about him since you walked in the door like three hours ago. At this rate, I think I could probably pass as his fiancée!”

I snorted. “I’m sure Mike’d love that. Besides, I thought the whole breakfast thing was for me to run through my game plan? Talking about him is kinda mandatory.”

She shrugged as she sat back in her chair. “This is true. You’re still determined to go through with it?”

I nodded. “I’m legit at the end of my tether, An. If she keeps setting me up, I think I’m going to go mad.”

“Yeah, I thought that too until I met Mike.”

“She didn’t intend for you to marry Mike.”

Anna conceded that one. “No. True. She had her eye on his brother.”

“You think she’s unhappy with Dad?” I mused. “Or you think she’s just terrified of being old and irrelevant?”

“Bit