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feel of his erection pushing against her, making her moist, needy.
    She squirmed against him, blindly seeking what his hardness offered. Would it be so bad to take a chance?
    Devon slid his left hand around and down to the edge of Jamie’s short skirt, encouraged when she did nothing to stop him.
    The smooth silkiness of her thigh made him weak in the knees. Up, up, up his hand inched. He paused to play with the incredible softness of her inner thigh, drawing patterns on her flesh.
    She shifted, giving him greater access.
    At the edge of her damp panty, he traced the leg opening with the tip of his finger, holding his breath in anticipation of her shoving him away.
    Instead, she widened her stance. His cock leaped for joy. Maybe his dry spell was finally coming to an end.
    He dipped his finger beneath the elastic and probed her wet heat.
    Someone groaned. Maybe him.
    Her hot hand gripped his wrist. But instead of pulling his hand away, she pushed it deeper between her legs, along her velvety folds.
    She whimpered, pressing down on his hand.
    After playing with her slick folds a moment, he inserted his fingertip.
    Jamie went wild, coming down on his hand until his entire finger was deeply embedded, then riding him. Hard.
    Her excitement was palpable. His hips began a rhythmic arching between his arm and Jamie’s leg, his penis begging for more.
    Her back arched, her breath caught. Internal muscles clenched, drawing his finger deeper still while her moisture drenched his hand.
    Before he could assimilate her actions, much less drop his pants and bury himself in her, she pulled away from him, straightening her skirt, eyes wide.
    “I’m sorry!” Her voice was breathy, like a woman who’d just climaxed. Which she had. Splendidly. “Please. Don’t say anything. Just go. I’m so embarrassed!”
    Resisting the need to rearrange himself, Devon strode to the door, not stopping until he stood on the other side.

4
     
    S till in mourning for his nonexistent sex life, Devon made the beer run.
    The party around the pit was getting rowdy. Grant, the mysterious guy from upstairs, was in Devon’s chair with a girl when he returned with the beer.
    “This is Mindy,” Grant said as Devon walked up. Their eyes met. “Did we take your seat?” He stood, lifting Mindy high in his arms, treating everyone to a view of her smooth little ass and the strip of fabric separating the firm globes.
    Which was probably exactly what Grant had planned, Devon thought, when Grant casually tweaked Mindy’s nipple through her cropped-off tank top, eliciting a giggle.
    She, obviously, was not the shy type.
    Grant strolled to a chair in the darkened corner behind the fire and sat down.
    Devon took a draw from his beer, watching over the bottle as Grant reached beneath his date’s skirt and pulled off her thong.
    Devon glanced around at the other tenants who were engrossed in conversation. He had no idea what they were talking about because their voices were just a murmur, drowned out by the blood roaring in his ears. No one seemed to notice the little sex show going on in the corner.
    Although he told himself not to look, Devon’s gaze kept drifting over to the couple.
    While Devon’s attention had shifted, Grant had removed Mindy’s top. It was almost like Grant wanted an audience, the way he had her stretched out over his lap, legs spread while he played with her pussy and leaned over her shoulder to suck her obviously augmented tits.
    Beneath Devon’s shorts, his cock twitched against his zipper, wanting to come out and play.
    Grant stretched Mindy’s nipple, clenched in his teeth, when he looked up and across the fire, directly at Devon.
    Grant’s teeth showed white in the semidarkness. He smiled, never relinquishing the nipple, then shifted, spreading his date wider as though giving a better view.
    The obliging Mindy arched sideways, encouraging Grant to take her nipple deeper into his mouth while he spread her legs to rest on each arm of