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Confidence I’m sure is a façade because I can see right through that shit.  But, fuck if it doesn’t turn me on that she’s not afraid of me.
    My cock twitches and I don’t even try to calm it.
    Jenna marches over to the front door, swings it open and plants her hands on hips.
    If she starts tapping that beautiful foot of hers I’m not going to be able to hold back my laughter.
    “Leave.”  She demands.  Her eyes are heated, burning a rage at me, and all I can think about is how much fire burns behind them when she’s about to come.
    I stride toward her, my dick leading me.  I slam the door and back her up against the wall, my body a breath from hers.
    “Switch,” she whispers, all traces of anger gone.  Her chest rises and falls heavily with every breath she takes.  I drop my eyes to her parted mouth and watch as her tongue sneaks out to trace along the seam.  She’s driving me wild.
    I take a half step so my body is pressed flush against hers.  She’s tall for a woman, probably five foot nine.  Her head tilts back to meet my eyes and I will my mind to stop thinking about the way my cock is pressing just above her pussy, right at the base of her stomach.
    She can feel it.  I know she can.  She shifts slightly, her body rubbing across my shaft and I almost groan.  Her nipples are pebbled.  I can see them pressing through her top and it’s driving me crazy.
    “You feel that?” I whisper, referring to the overwhelming electric current that permeating the entire fucking room.
    “Yes,” she whispers back, her eyes glued to mine, heated, wanting.
    I drop my head a little, waiting on her to make the next move.  I don’t have to wait long.  She moves slightly, coming forward.  Right before her mouth connects with mine, she pauses.  And, that damn tongue comes out to lick at her bottom lip, swiping mine in the process.  I can’t hold back any longer.  My head falls and my mouth slams into hers.  I push her back into the wall, my hands move up to grip her neck, my fingers holding her jaw so I can tilt her head and deepen the kiss.
    Her fingers dig into my sides as she grips me, holding me close to her.
    My tongue plunges inside of her mouth and she whimpers.
    Fuck, she tastes like heaven. 
    I can’t get enough.  
    I don’t want to stop.
    I almost roar with pleasure when her hands sneak around and grip my ass, squeezing and massaging as she pulls me even closer to her, if that’s possible.
    All too soon, I pull back.  I open my eyes, resting my forehead against her as we both pant.  Her eyes open and the glazed look in them almost has me dragging her to the bedroom.
    “Let me explain everything to you.  Don’t push me away.”  I’m not above begging.
    She swallows hard and then nods slightly.  “Okay.”
    I lean back in and touch my lips to hers in a brief kiss.  “Thank you.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

JENN
    Somewhere, in a deep recess in my brain, a voice of reason is screaming, what the fuck are you doing?   But, it doesn’t take much effort for me to close the voice off.
    I can’t get enough.
    His mouth.  God.  God! His mouth.  So skilled and sweet.  Firm, yet gentle.  Commanding, yet sensual in his assault.  So, so good.  Addictive.
    But, so wrong.
    Fuck.
    “Fuck.”  The whispered word leaves my lips.  What have I done?   What sort of woman am I, that I would kiss another woman’s husband?
    Oh God.
    I’m a home-wrecker.
    I feel sick.
    “Hey.  Hey!”  Switch’s harsh voice filters through my mental bashing of myself.  “Quit it,” he orders.
    “What?” I blink, suddenly coming back to the present.
    “Get out of your fuckin’ head.”  He tugs my hand and leads me over to the couch.  He sits and then gives my hand a pull.  I fall down next to him, and I immediately respect that he cares enough to give me some space.  I think we both know he could have pulled me into his lap and I would have stayed without much of a