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LEVI
Zeke sat tense at our small table, shoulders straight, his focus on his plate. He’d gulped an entire glass of ice water before Lil placed the food in front of us, and I wondered if he’d gone for brain freeze to do away with the erection he’d grown right inside our door.
Hard and long along his left thigh.
My mouth watered more for a taste of him than the mashed red potatoes Lil had made for me.
She’d come over earlier in the day to prepare our meal, so focused on the task she hadn’t tried to jump me for another good time like we’d been having every day ever since I gave in to the fantasies in my head while pleasuring her.
Or maybe she saved it that night just in case Zeke actually said yes to what she planned on asking him for after dinner. And thank goodness she’d decided to
