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I don’t need to be told twice. We give our dogs a few treats and settle them in their donut beds, then climb the stairs to her bedroom.

It’s pink. I’ve seen it before and I like it. It’s not frilly or fancy, but definitely feminine, with cream walls, pale-pink bedding, soft pink and cream rugs on the wood floor. Each time I enter, I feel like I’m being granted access to Stella’s peaceful, womanly empire.

I move toward her. “You look so beautiful tonight.” I set my hands on her bare shoulders. Her skin gleams in the lamp light. “And you handled your family so well.”

She grimaces. “I’m sorry about the drama.”

“Hey.” I hold her gaze. “You don’t have anything to apologize for. And all your family is crazy about you.”

She tips her head, eyebrows lifting.

“Everyone wanted to talk to you.”

“No, everyone wanted to talk to you.” She smiles and tugs at my tie. It’s already loosened, and my top shirt button undone, but she pulls the tie off. “That’s why I was so popular.”

I shake my head and push the narrow straps of her dress down. I curve my palms over the rounded contours of her shoulders and contemplate the curves of her gorgeous tits. With my fingertips, I trace over her collarbone, then lower, between her breasts. The bodice is dropping a bit, revealing even more cleavage.

“This dress had me hard all night,” I tell her. “I want to fuck your tits.”

She makes a little noise, like shock or maybe delight.

I glance up at her face. Her full lips are parted, her eyes dark.

“Was that a yes?”

She breathes out a laugh and winds her arms around my neck, leaning in to whisper, “You can do whatever you want to me.”

Fuuuuuck.

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JAYDEN

I move Stella toward the bed. “I have condoms. Do you have lube?”

“Yes.” She waves a hand at the table next to the bed.

I pull out the drawer, fascinated to see a few toys in there and a bottle of lube. “Excellent.”

I toss the bottle on the bed then push down the bodice of her dress. I pause at seeing the extremely unsexy silicone nipple covers.

She smiles and plucks them off. “Hard to wear a bra with this dress.”

“Yeah,” I agree hoarsely. The dress is tight at her waist and I turn her to find the zipper.

“It’s on the side.” She lifts an arm and I tug the zipper down. The dress slides over her hips and pools on the floor at our feet. I stoop to pick it up. I give it a shake and drape it over a nearby chair. “Such a nice dress,” I say. “Don’t want to wreck it.”

She watches me with dark eyes, wearing a pair of bikini panties, flesh-coloured and trimmed with white lace. I shrug out of my suit jacket and my shirt and leave them on the chair with her dress, then walk toward her as I unfasten my pants. “Get on the bed.”

Her lips part and she sits then scoots over to lie down. She shoves all the cushions off the other side of the bed and settles her head on a pillow.

“Christ, you’re beautiful.” I can’t take my eyes off her as I step out of the rest of my clothes. I grip my aching cock as I kneel on the bed.

Her gaze drops there and watches my hand move on my shaft.

“Let’s get these off you.” I skim her panties down her silky legs, then use my hands on her inner thighs to open her to me. “Gorgeous.”

Her chest lifts and falls with quick breaths, her nipples hardened into tight buds.