Piney woke up wearing a big grin on his face. He couldn’t remember when he’d slept so well. He pulled the pillow next to him up over his face. He could smell her hair on it.
“Jesse,” he murmured to himself. He liked her. He really liked her. And he loved, loved, loved doing her.
Being inside her. She was so hot. She was so tight. She was…
Piney stopped himself in midthought and rolled out of bed. His mind was headed where his body could not go.
— Pamela Morsi
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