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tell she is debating it. But if I know woman like I d

ys as she melts into the idea of ru

e can pay her bill.I keep my eyes locked on Stephanie , but she never looks u

all waist. Her wide, mouth-watering hips lead their way to slightly thick thighs hugged snug in her black jeans.

y mouth watering and my dick hardening. I clear my throat and adjust myself, getting a side loo

you,

nd my mind wonders what she might taste like under my lips if I kissed her there. If I let myse

er. Caressing h

eyes. I clear my throat again, turning and trying to get my damn head straight, both of th

s me another "you're busted" grin before looking

alk away and she is staring at C

're feeling ballsy," he jokes looking toward Stephanie's as her eyes dart up

eaving us alone when this damn electric current running between us is too much to fucking handle? Hell if I know,

s, trying to settle the girl's nerves. "You can't mess this up," she gives her a reassuring look, making me s

g on my own. When they do, my heart stops and I have to tell myself to breathe as she stares a

y," I say as I make my way around the counter and come to stand a few inches from

to hide in the backroom I first saw her walking out of. She looks

th and inwardly groan at the sight. God, what I wouldn't do to watch that ass

up. I notice as she catches on to where my gaze had fallen an

again. This girl has hardly said more than a few sentences to me, and if I want a chance at n

ade for sin. "How short?" She asks, still look

o us and starts to assemble the clippers. I take the time she is tu

eaming about her, at night, during the day, f**k in the shower later as I pi

m the shortest, I hope that is OK." She reaches out and touches me, and God

my own in the mirror. Hell, I felt it

s stroke through my hair, once, twice, three damn

am. I can see it in her eyes. Her fingertips trail down th

s to her touch is an addiction I

p in our chemistry as I am and not wanting to let it go just