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wanting. Celia scooted back on the comforter, drawing him along with her until they were rolling in the softness of her (thankfully) clean sheets. Again in her experience, clothes didn’t simply melt away the way it happened in books and movies, but somehow they ended up naked without much effort, and she straddled him, her knees pressing his hips.
    Luke had a good body. He had a smattering of dark hair on his chest with more in a line down below his navel. He was in shape but not so buff it made her ashamed of her curves. No rippling six-pack. Not like—Celia shoved all thoughts of her ex away. No place for him here.
    Luke ran his hands up her thighs and over her hips. His cock jutted between them, and Celia stroked it slowly, smiling when she felt the lift of his hips under her. When he put his arms up over his head, those big hands gripping the spindles of her headboard, something inside her twisted and tangled. Her throat went just a little dry.
    She leaned forward to kiss him, his cock a warm length against her belly. She opened the drawer of her nightstand, pulled out the box of condoms she’d bought on an admittedly spontaneous whim and was as grateful for now as she’d been for the clean sheets. Luke’s gaze went from hers to the small package in her hand, and a small smile tugged the corner of his mouth.
    â€œNow’s the time when we assure each other we don’t do this a lot,” Celia told him as she tore the wrapping.
    Luke’s breath hissed between his teeth, and his tongue caught there too. “I don’t do this a lot.”
    â€œMe neither,” Celia breathed as she eased the condom down his length.
    She moved to slide him inside her before he spoke again, and after that neither of them seemed quite capable of finding more words. She didn’t always love being on top because the angle could sometimes rub her in the wrong places, but tonight it worked just fine. Just as Luke had found the perfect rhythm for her downstairs, Celia found what worked just right now. They moved together, no fumbling, nothing awkward or out of place. It was one of those truly first-rate, effortless fucks, rare like a blue moon, and Celia savored every second of pleasure Luke’s body gave hers.
    And he worked it, those nice white teeth denting his bottom lip as his brow furrowed. He’d let go of the headboard so he could slide a hand between them, his knuckles giving her clit the best and most beautiful pressure every time she slid all the way down his cock. She was going to come again, and it was sweet, it was unexpected and delightful, it was…
    â€œFucking gorgeous,” Celia gasped as the first wave washed over her.
    Luke groaned, his last couple thrusts ragged, but that only made them better. His cock nudged her at a different angle in the last moment, sending another wave of pleasure through her and just as perfectly as everything else about this night had been, Celia collapsed onto his chest with a happy, sated sigh.
    When she woke in the morning, she found he’d left a flower in the dent his head had made on her pillow. She recognized it as one of the daisies from her half-assed garden out back. She found another on the dining room table. A third by the front door, and when, hoping against hope she opened the front door, a final flower rested on her front porch.
    But Luke himself was gone.
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    â€œIf Lukey hadn’t been so busy getting his winky wet, maybe we’d be out of here by now.” Terry snorted into a hanky before tucking it back into his pocket. His face was black with dust except for the now pale patch around his nose and mouth. It gave him a comical appearance, though Luke felt like doing anything but laughing.
    â€œWe’ve waited longer for you to finish taking a dump than you waited for me this morning,” Luke said. He’d only been about fifteen minutes late, and even then had found the rest of the guys busy chowing down on