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but she’d never been very good at pretend. He would probably be real gentle and tease the area until it made her crazy.
    All she managed to do with her thoughts was get more hot and bothered. She stuck two fingers in her pussy and pumped as she reached under the tight t-shirt. Her nipples hardened at her touch, and she clenched her thighs around her hand. His fingers would be longer and thicker than hers. He wouldn’t need to stroke so hard to make her come. Breaths coming faster, she got closer to the light at the end of the tunnel but she couldn’t finish the deed. Not when the focus of her fantasy slept on the couch at the end of the hall.
    * * * *
    The smell woke him. Creamy and sweet, the intoxication of it would have made him swoon if he wasn’t already lying down. Every woman carried their own unique scent, this one didn’t belong to Sugar or Katrina. It could only be Spice, in his room, tucked into his sheets, and on his bed.
    Did she have someone in there with her making her so heated? He sat upright and yanked the blankets off. His hard-on tented the boxers he wore. Inhaling deeply, he realized no other smells joined hers, she must be alone. He closed his eyes and leaned his head on the back of the couch.
    They had this floor to themselves. Daedalus had taken Sugar out for the night. They wouldn’t be home until much later.
    Spice probably lay naked on his bed, touching her body, running her hands along her smooth white skin, nipples perked and ready for tasting. He stroked his cock. Nothing would please him more than to offer to help her out with those needs, but he wanted more than a quick hump. It frightened him how vulnerable she seemed. In high school, she intimidated the crap out of him. Now, he wanted to scoop her up in his arms and tell her everything would be all right, that he’d take care of her if she’d let him.
    The smell faded and he slowed his stroking, she must have climaxed without him. He sighed and opened his eyes.
    She leaned against the wall, watching him.
    His cock went soft, and he snatched his hand out of his boxers.
    “Hey there, big guy. Don’t stop on my account.”
    He stared at her for a moment, unsure what she meant. She wasn’t angry? No, she still smelled turned on. His heart raced. Could he masturbate in front of her? He did a few experimental tugs but the shock of finding her in the room with him traumatized it.
    “Need some help?”
    His mouth went dry. Several different comeback lines twirled in his head, but he couldn’t decide what to use. “I wouldn’t mind.” He tried to make it sound sexy, but it came out more like a croak. His fantasy was turning into a nightmare.
    “I’ve been thinking about you.” She stepped across the living room, then pulled her t-shirt over her head, standing in front of him with her round, firm breasts exposed. Her nipples peaked, giving them little up-turned tips. Only a tiny pair of pink panties kept her from being naked.
    He loved pink.
    His cock got over its issues and returned with a roaring standing ovation. It ached with lust. He took off his shorts while sitting and continued where he’d left off. Things had gone from bad to great in seconds. He would have been happy to just look at her, but then she knelt in front of him and spread his legs so she could fit in between them and rested her breasts on his thighs.
    With a held breath, he gave silent thanks to God for not letting him come right there and then. He suspected what she wanted to do, and it could be a big mistake to let her. She felt alone, he understood this, but using him to fill the emptiness would just hurt them both. They deserved better and needed to take things slow.
    She replaced his hand with her own.
    His beast roared inside his head and shattered any thoughts from processing. Taste, smell, and desire ruled him.
    Her small, delicate fingers tightened and caressed his cock with a slow, steady pace. How could he stop now? The beast’s reaction to her