Dropping Jennifer onto the bed and watching all the right parts of her bounce was definitely the highlight of his day.

Well, throwing Paul into that puddle was a close second. But that was more satisfying, whereas watching Jennifer smile up at him, visibly pushing the doubt away and choosing to focus on the here and now…that was just damn sexy.

He quickly skimmed her (his?) shorts off her hips, and the ratty t-shirt off her body, leaving – just as he’d expected – a completely naked Jennifer underneath. “You always come down to breakfast only half clothed?” he growled, nibbling his way up the sexiest pair of legs he ever did see. There was this cord of muscle that ran up the back side of her calf that he wanted to follow wherever it led. Preferably up north,...

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