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    She giggled underneath her hand.
    He kissed her neck and down to her tits. “Taste good, too.”
    â€œShut up.”
    He worked his way down her body, kissing and licking. Her skin was warm and soft. He moved lower, crawling under the blanket covering her. Her body suddenly shifted as she sat up. “What are you doing?”
    â€œExploring.”
    â€œNo. Wait.”
    He flipped the covers off his head and looked up at her. “You don’t like oral?”
    â€œIt’s not that, but—”
    He shoved her shoulder. “Just lie back.”
    She did and her hands covered her face again. Samantha was self-conscious about this? They’d spent the night naked in each other’s arms. Hell, she’d stripped in front of him and she seemed fearless.
    He nudged her thighs wider with his shoulders and let his fingers play with the juncture where her leg met her pelvis. He smelled her arousal. He lowered his mouth and kissed her. Her muscles were still tense.
    Laying a palm flat on her belly, he swiped his tongue across her slit, tasting her fully. His fingers stretched up until he had a handful of tit and tugged on her nipple. Her thighs relaxed a fraction, opening wider, inviting him in.
    She tasted like heaven. He swirled the tip of his tongue over her clit and her hips jumped. It was like a damn furnace under the blanket now and he threw it off. She gasped as the cold air hit them, but he sucked on her clit, eliminating any complaint.
    His gaze traveled over her body. Her hands no longer covered her face. Her eyes were closed, but she was lost in pleasure. Her fingers tangled in the sheet as she rose up to meet his mouth. He slid a couple of fingers into her and stroked.
    She began moaning and her thighs tightened around him.
    A bell sounded and he paused.
    â€œDon’t you stop.”
    If nothing else, he was good at taking direction. He flicked his tongue over her and drove his fingers into her until her legs climbed him and she clawed at his head. She released a high-pitched squeal and flopped down. He lapped at her, tasting her come.
    He crawled back up her body and reached for a condom. He slid it on while enjoying the post-orgasmic glow on Samantha’s face.
    A door slammed in the apartment. “Samantha?” a man’s voice called.
    Free froze. Samantha’s eyes bugged out. “Oh my God.” She slapped his arm. “Get up. That’s my dad.”
    â€œYour dad has a key to your apartment?”
    She nodded as she jumped off the bed. “He pays for it.” Looking at the closed bedroom door, she yelled, “Coming.”
    Free laughed. “Yeah, you were.”
    She smacked his shoulder. “Not funny.” But she was smiling. “I didn’t know he would show up. He never visits.” She gave Free a quick kiss on the cheek. “Don’t move. Don’t leave this room.”
    He leaned back on the pillows. “Am I a secret?”
    â€œNo. But my dad has never liked any of my boyfriends. Ever. I don’t want this ruined.” She wrapped a robe around her and slipped out the door.
    Curiosity got the better of him. He removed the condom and followed to listen at the door.
    â€œStill in bed?” her dad asked.
    â€œI have a guest.”
    That was it. No explanation. No offer to introduce him.
    â€œWe need to talk.”
    â€œSo you just show up at my apartment?”
    â€œYou didn’t return my calls.”
    â€œI don’t want to talk about the car, Dad. My mind’s made up.”
    Free heard some rustling. What if her dad came in here? He looked down. Although his hard-on had subsided, he was still buck naked. Not the way to meet anyone’s dad. He grabbed his jeans and hopped into them.
    â€œMy boyfriend’s an actor.”
    Seemed weird for Samantha to blurt that out. Then Free remembered he’d left his blaster sitting beside the couch. But she’d called him her boyfriend. It made