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Eighteen.

            "Say that again. It appears I've developed a hearing problem." JR said. She wasn't serious. He thought that if she was really serious, he would hyperventilate. He'd been dreaming of her for so long that standing before her, even as he saw her take his whiskey and drink it, it all felt like a dream. This wasn't real. He drank the water in the hopes that it would help with his throat. Everything in him was fighting. His control was slipping. His mind was going into overdrive. His eyes were straining to look at her through the haze of lust filled in them. His ears were ringing from the blood rushing to his head. One more word was all it would take for him to lose it completely.

Instead of repeating herself, Hayley stood up and unzipped her dress. It should have been awkward since the zip was on the side under her armpit all the way to her ribs. But it wasn't. The dress came off smoothly and she even managed to make it look sexy. She dropped it at her feet and stood straight in her underwear and heels. Normally she would have felt self conscious. She had scars and stretch marks. Her stomach had a little bump and her breasts weren't perky. Breastfeeding did that. But looking at JR, the predatory look in his eyes told her nothing mattered. He was setting her on fire with nothing but his eyes. Since he was frozen, she took a step forward. And then another. One more and she was inches away from him.

Just inches and still he couldn't do anything. She was perfect. So much so that he couldn't decide where to begin. Her hair was still in a ponytail and without even realizing it, he stretched his hand and pulled off the band. It all came down tumbling to her shoulders and he thought there. That's it. Perfect. He looked at her one more time. From head to toe committing that image to memory then lunged at her dropping the glass and not caring if it was empty or not. One arm went around her waist pulling her into his body while the other went to her hair. There was no teasing or asking for permission. He captured her lips in a searing kiss that set the both of them to flames. Pure red hot flames.

Hayley touched his stomach and his muscles flexed. She slid her hands up his chest to his neck and wound her fingers in his hair. They both pulled hair, angling each other's head to their liking. Lips meshed and teeth gnashed. What he gave, she took and gave back more. And then some. Coming up for air, he trailed his lips down her neck. Biting and sucking making sure to mark her. She might not have known it but the moment she gave herself to him, she was his. He was never going to give another man the chance to know how all that felt. He lips, tongue, hands, everything was his forever.

He walked her backwards to his bedroom exploring her neck and jaw. She stumbled and he lifted her up, his hands on her ass and she immediately wrapped her legs around him. They fit together so perfectly that he wondered if she was made just for him. His bedroom was the second door in the hallway and he thanked the heavens he hadn't picked an apartment with upstairs rooms. He didn't know if he could make it. Each step was a pain especially when she rubbed herself against him. He could feel her smiling and knew she enjoyed teasing him. JR dropped her on the bed like a sack of potatoes and she bounced off it making her tits jiggle. He ripped off his shirt, buttons flying everywhere then his trousers came next. She adjusted herself, her hair like a halo with her head on the middle then bent her knees, opening herself to him. She still had on her heels and her legs gave the illusion of going on forever. All JR could think about was that he had to taste her.

He forgot about undressing himself and descended on her. Kissing her like she was the air he breathed. His lips were soft but the kiss wasn't. He explored her mouth, stroking her tongue, sampling every corner of her mouth. He savored her taste and when he was sure he couldn't hold his breath any more he moved down to her neck placing small kisses and breathing in the oxygen his lungs had been deprived moments ago. Only all he could smell was her. Strawberries and her own personal smell amplified by her arousal. He would have wanted to take this slow, to be able to explore every nook and cranny, dips and curves, but he couldn't take it any longer. Maybe after he'd tasted her he could go slow then. Yes later he would make sure to touch and taste everything. Right now one particular part was calling for him.