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her face. “Is that wrong?”
                  She didn’t let him answer before she turned her head slightly and took his thumb into her mouth. His expression softened. She could feel him growing hard beneath her ass since she was sitting practically on his dick. His eyes half closed as he whispered unconvincingly, “I really do need to sleep.”
                  “Then go to sleep.” She leaned over as he slipped his hands around her back and pulled her towards him.
                  “I am so tired,” he said as he rolled them over until he was on top of her. “But I won’t be able to sleep like this.”
                  “You were better off in your last position if you wanted to sleep.” She traced her fingers around the smooth flesh of his chest circling his nipples and then up to his shoulders.
                  “Bring your legs up,” he said and guided them until he could slip her panties off. He didn’t let her put them back down. Instead, he kept her awkwardly lifted with her calf muscles on his shoulders.
                  “What are you doing?” she asked, but knew he was working his underwear off.
                  “Giving you what you want.” He tested her with his finger and realized she was already turned on, already slick. “Since when?”
                  “Since you took your shoes off.” She sucked in a breath as he pushed his fingers inside.
                  “That does it for you?” He laughed.
                  “You do.”
                  “Good to know.” He positioned the head of his cock at her opening and slid in. She was aware of the depth, the pressure the angle created. “Too much?”
                  “Never.” The word slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it.
                  “Damn good to know.”
     
    ***
                 
                  Bo reached out to turn off the alarm clock next to his bed. He felt around and realized she was not there with him. She had put him to sleep all right. Muddled his brain, mixed his emotions, and then sex. He realized the one wave they were both riding was the one they surfed naked. Maybe it would be enough to build from. Maybe not, but he could feel his hope rise as she entered the bedroom with a plate in hand.
                  “Is that a peanut butter sandwich?” he teased.
                  “Don’t hurt my feelings.” She handed him the plate as he sat up. She sat the glass of water next to the bed on the night stand as she took a seat next to him. He mouthed the words thank you. “Can we go by my place to grab some things before we go to dinner? I don’t want to wear anything I have here. I want to make a good impression.”
                  He bit into the sandwich and nodded.
                  “I had Mathis go over with a cleaning team to ensure there was not any peanuts or products made with peanuts there. Is it all nuts or just those? I told him to get rid of everything just in case and to make sure they bleach it.” She watched him take another bite of the sandwich. “I hope it’s good. I’m not much for the whole food, good food, whatever you call it plan.”
                  “I call it the stay alive plan.” He winked at her. She didn’t appreciate the humor. “What do you eat? You ate what I ate at the hotel. You didn’t seem to…oh, I get it.”
                  “I was afraid to order anything different.”
                  “You can’t let this become such a burden. You can still have peanuts and peanut products; you just have to be careful about it. I interact with people who eat them all the time, but I don’t kiss them, I don’t hug them, I don’t share drinks or food with them. I don’t want you to deprive yourself on my account.” He