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I feel sexy and empowered as I turn back to face him. “Is that a request for me to bend over less often?”

He runs a hand over his mouth, his gaze hot as he takes me in. “How about we save the bending over for when it’s just the two of us in private?”

I like the gruffness of his voice, and also the promise that there will be lots of future times with the two of us alone in private.

“That can be arranged,” I tell him, slipping my thumbs into the waistband of my leggings and stripping everything off below my waist.

He nods slowly. “Yes, my wish for full light the other night was exactly right.”

Again, it occurs to me that I should be feeling something else—nerves, or at least discomfiture—at Lawson seeing me bare for the first time. But I just feel pure desire and excitement. I know that what is about to happen is a huge moment in our relationship, and I am so ready for it.

“You need less on too,” I tell him.

“Yes, ma’am.” He stretches up from the bale and unbuttons and unzips his jeans. “It’s not especially romantic or sexy, but I don’t think I should take anything all the way off. I wish we could stay out here all night but⁠—”

I step forward. “We have time for that. Bedrooms and beds, remember? But this place is perfect tonight.” I bump his hands out of the way and push his jeans past his hips. I look down. “Iron Man,” I comment. “Appropriate.”

“Very,” he tells me with a grin.

Then we slide his briefs down together.

The other night in his bedroom, it was all about me. This is my first look at Lawson Landry, and wow, what a look.

I swallow hard. There’s no reason to point out that it’s my first look at anyone like this. My last encounter with a naked penis was a long time ago, was very much in the dark, and was less than impressive.

“Can I…”

“Yes,” he says huskily. “Anything.”

I reach out and wrap my hand around him, loving the way it makes air hiss out between his teeth. I stroke up and down, watching my hand on him. Then look up to his face. He’s holding himself rigidly, watching me. But not my hand. He’s studying my face.

“You good, Pumpkin?” he asks, his voice tight.

“Getting better all the time,” I tell him.

“What do you want now?”

“The list is so long.”

He grins and reaches up to cup my face. “What’s number one?”

I squeeze his cock. “You inside me.”

His pupils dilate. “Fuck, yes.”

He backs up one step to the bale and sits. I climb into his lap again.

He reaches down and fumbles with his jeans for a moment, then withdraws a condom. Condom. Right. See, this is why it’s good to be with someone more experienced.

“I assume you’re not on anything,” he says, holding it up between us.

I shake my head. “No. But we should probably talk about that now.”

He brings me in for a kiss that’s sweet, then rests our foreheads together. “Yes. This is going to be a regular thing.”

He sets the condom on the hay bale next to his thigh.

“I don’t have a lot of experience,” I say. “But I don’t think that’s where it goes.”