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I manage a grunt. I try not to look at her and fail.

She turns and grabs the pizza box, and I discover that those panties don’t do much to cover her ass.

Fuck my life.

“Right.” I chew and swallow, my eyes still firmly on her ass as she turns, and I’m looking at the dark patch of her pussy. I avert my gaze. My dick is getting hard. “We’ll go shopping in the morning for pajamas.”

“Nah! I wouldn’t wear them. It would be a waste.” She shrugs.

Star likes to sleep naked.

A bit of information I didn’t need.

She gets onto the bed next to me hard enough to bounce the boxes, cross-legged, one knee against my thigh, and flips the second lid open. She smells like the hotel soap and, of course, like honey.

“Oh my gosh. Pizza. How did you know?” She picks up a slice with both hands. “Look at it. Look at all that ooey-gooey cheese. Cheese is one of my favorite things. Especially when it’s melted.”

I make a noise of agreement.

“What do you enjoy eating?” she asks me.

Pussy.

For a second, I feel like I might have said it out loud. I huff out a sigh of relief when I realize she’s still waiting for an answer.

“I have a sweet tooth,” I settle on.

“Me too. We should get ice cream while we’re here.”

“Let’s do that,” I say.

“There’s this little place…” She waves a hand. “They make the best gelato…I swear.”

“Okay…we’ll go.”

She finally bites into the pizza and moans. You’d think I’d be used to her food-gasms by now. I’m not!

It’s long and low and from somewhere in her chest, eyes shut, head tipped back, cheese stretching from the slice to her mouth.

My cock stirs in my jeans.

No.

No, no, no.

“It’s still hot,” she says with her mouth full. “It’s so good. Why is it so good?”

I bite into mine, trying to concentrate on the food instead of her. The way her nipples press against the shirt. Her cotton-clad pussy. The scent of honey.

She takes another bite and makes the noise again, softer this time, and my jeans get decidedly uncomfortable.

“I got you a plain pizza, but you’re welcome to have the one with pepperoni. Help yourself.” I gesture at the box.

“Oh…yeah…I might,” she says around her food.

“I’m going to jump in the shower.” I put the box on the side table. “It’s over here.”

“Awesome.” She reaches for the television remote on the nightstand. “Enjoy your shower.”