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Jeff cut me off. "Anna, you had a thing with him. He's a good-looking guy. I can see how he'd be exciting to be around, I really do. Don't like to think about you with him, but I can see it."
"That's it exactly. He was exciting. He is exciting." I wrapped my arms around his waist. "But he's not you."
"And I'm not exciting," Jeff said with a lift of his eyebrow.
"Jeff, you're exactly who you're supposed to be, and that's who I'm in love with. Exciting wears off. For me, at least. You're what I want."
"So you like me even though I'm boring, huh?" Jeff smiled as he said it to make it seem like a joke, but I sensed he wasn't entirely kidding.
"You're not boring," I said. "You're exciting in your own way."
"How's that?"
"You're sexy. You're sweet and steady and considerate. You're amazing in bed."
"Steady?" Another inquisitive lift of the eyebrow.
"Yeah, steady. Dependable. Responsible." I planted a kiss on his jaw next to his chin.
His mouth slanted down to catch mine. "Those aren't exciting traits, sweetheart."
"No, but they're yours, and they're what I've fallen in love with. You're always there when I need you. I don't think a lot of guys would have stuck around long enough to find out the truth about what just happened. They would've taken one look and run." I ran my fingertips through his hair, tracing around his ear to the back of his head. "You didn't. You gave me the benefit of the doubt."
"Yeah, that part wasn't easy. I knew you liked him, and I had to wonder if maybe you liked him more, since he was all rock star and whatever. Leather pants and tattoos and shit."
"You could wear leather pants," I said, smiling at the mental image.
"I'd look stupid," Jeff said.
"I don't know about that," I said. "I think you might look pretty damn sexy."
"Hmmm. Don't know about that."
"Maybe I'll buy you a pair. You can wear them just for me."
"Guess we'll see." Jeff's palms ran over my shoulders and smoothed down my spine, stopping at the swell of my ass. "You should get dressed, or we won't make it to dinner."
His eyes were wide and dark with desire, now. I wanted to erase the memory of the last ten minutes from my mind, and his. I leaned away from him to let the towel drop to the floor between us. Jeff breathed deeply, his nostrils flaring, his eyes raking down my body.
"We have a few minutes, don't we?" I breathed.
"Maybe just a few," Jeff agreed, pushing me backward to my room.
I let him push me until the door was closed behind us, then, keeping my eyes locked on his, I turned to face the bed, climbed up on to it on all fours and presented my ass to him.
Jeff grinned, reaching for his belt buckle. I watched him over my shoulder as he stripped down. He was about to take his socks off when I spoke up.
"Leave the socks on," I suggested.
He paused. "Why? Isn't that weird? Sex in socks?"
I giggled. "Sex in socks. Sounds like a kinky Dr. Seuss book. It's funny. A guy wearing nothing but a giant hard on and dress socks is just...funny, in a hot sort of way."
Jeff laughed crawling onto the bed behind me. "Sex in socks it is, then." He knelt behind me, running his hands over my ass, up my back and down again. "You look so hot like this, all spread out for me."
"Come on, Jeff, take the leap, put it in and take me deep," I said, in a sing-songy Dr. Seuss voice.
Jeff sputtered into laughter, bending over me. "Oh, god, Anna. You did not just rhyme at me, did you?"
"I think I did. Can you come up with anything better, kid?"
Jeff slid his palm up the inside of my thighs, a slow and gentle touch. His finger drifted up to my spread opening, dipped in and back out. "Of course I can rhyme. I'm a singer, I do it all the time."
He spoke in a soft lilting voice, slipping two fingers into me, curling into my G-spot and scraping across it. His other hand joined his first, brushing across my clit with his finger, drawing a gasp from me.
"That doesn't count—we're rhyming about sex. I
Jeff cut me off. "Anna, you had a thing with him. He's a good-looking guy. I can see how he'd be exciting to be around, I really do. Don't like to think about you with him, but I can see it."
"That's it exactly. He was exciting. He is exciting." I wrapped my arms around his waist. "But he's not you."
"And I'm not exciting," Jeff said with a lift of his eyebrow.
"Jeff, you're exactly who you're supposed to be, and that's who I'm in love with. Exciting wears off. For me, at least. You're what I want."
"So you like me even though I'm boring, huh?" Jeff smiled as he said it to make it seem like a joke, but I sensed he wasn't entirely kidding.
"You're not boring," I said. "You're exciting in your own way."
"How's that?"
"You're sexy. You're sweet and steady and considerate. You're amazing in bed."
"Steady?" Another inquisitive lift of the eyebrow.
"Yeah, steady. Dependable. Responsible." I planted a kiss on his jaw next to his chin.
His mouth slanted down to catch mine. "Those aren't exciting traits, sweetheart."
"No, but they're yours, and they're what I've fallen in love with. You're always there when I need you. I don't think a lot of guys would have stuck around long enough to find out the truth about what just happened. They would've taken one look and run." I ran my fingertips through his hair, tracing around his ear to the back of his head. "You didn't. You gave me the benefit of the doubt."
"Yeah, that part wasn't easy. I knew you liked him, and I had to wonder if maybe you liked him more, since he was all rock star and whatever. Leather pants and tattoos and shit."
"You could wear leather pants," I said, smiling at the mental image.
"I'd look stupid," Jeff said.
"I don't know about that," I said. "I think you might look pretty damn sexy."
"Hmmm. Don't know about that."
"Maybe I'll buy you a pair. You can wear them just for me."
"Guess we'll see." Jeff's palms ran over my shoulders and smoothed down my spine, stopping at the swell of my ass. "You should get dressed, or we won't make it to dinner."
His eyes were wide and dark with desire, now. I wanted to erase the memory of the last ten minutes from my mind, and his. I leaned away from him to let the towel drop to the floor between us. Jeff breathed deeply, his nostrils flaring, his eyes raking down my body.
"We have a few minutes, don't we?" I breathed.
"Maybe just a few," Jeff agreed, pushing me backward to my room.
I let him push me until the door was closed behind us, then, keeping my eyes locked on his, I turned to face the bed, climbed up on to it on all fours and presented my ass to him.
Jeff grinned, reaching for his belt buckle. I watched him over my shoulder as he stripped down. He was about to take his socks off when I spoke up.
"Leave the socks on," I suggested.
He paused. "Why? Isn't that weird? Sex in socks?"
I giggled. "Sex in socks. Sounds like a kinky Dr. Seuss book. It's funny. A guy wearing nothing but a giant hard on and dress socks is just...funny, in a hot sort of way."
Jeff laughed crawling onto the bed behind me. "Sex in socks it is, then." He knelt behind me, running his hands over my ass, up my back and down again. "You look so hot like this, all spread out for me."
"Come on, Jeff, take the leap, put it in and take me deep," I said, in a sing-songy Dr. Seuss voice.
Jeff sputtered into laughter, bending over me. "Oh, god, Anna. You did not just rhyme at me, did you?"
"I think I did. Can you come up with anything better, kid?"
Jeff slid his palm up the inside of my thighs, a slow and gentle touch. His finger drifted up to my spread opening, dipped in and back out. "Of course I can rhyme. I'm a singer, I do it all the time."
He spoke in a soft lilting voice, slipping two fingers into me, curling into my G-spot and scraping across it. His other hand joined his first, brushing across my clit with his finger, drawing a gasp from me.
"That doesn't count—we're rhyming about sex. I
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