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part of who I am. Because the past always leaves a stain on the future.”
    She leaned back and stared into his eyes. “You went poetic there for a second. Are you trying to tell me something?”
    “I did tell you something. No one but me comes in this room.”
    She nodded, replaced the side of her face on his chest and continued to stroke him. “Okay.”
    “Okay?”
    “No questions. Whenever you want to talk about this room and what it means to you, we will.”
    He closed his eyes and dropped his chin on the top of her head. Her hair smelled great. In slow increments he became aware of his growing arousal. He ran his hand down her back, cupped her ass cheek and squeezed. He waited for her response.
    No objections.
    He took his time touching her everywhere. Her super soft skin amazed him, he couldn’t stop running his hands over her. She’d moved her arms from around his neck and he’d replaced them.
    “I want to touch you,” she said. Her words a soft whisper that went straight to his dick.
    “Not now. I promise you can do that later, but I have dreamed of this. Your skin… how do you make it so soft?”
    She chuckled. The movement of her chest vibrated through him. “You’ve spent the past month dreaming of my skin? Riiight.”
    “Yes, I have. You’re always on my mind. I’m sure I called the older woman in the senior citizens home, Kelly, today. Fortunately, she couldn’t hear that well and smiled.”
    “You didn’t.” She laughed.
    “Yeah, I did. Broke the monotony of the day.” He marveled at the use of that word. A month ago, he would never have uttered it in a sentence. Talking with Kelly challenged him to step up intellectually. During his visit with the senior citizens, the conversations never stooped to eighth grade levels. Their questions required knowledge on a number of issues and practical solutions. He didn’t know why his campaign manager insisted he dummy down to talk to people, it didn’t always work.
    “A woman’s skin is softer than a man’s.” She rubbed her cheek against his chest.
    “Not all women have soft skin.” He stopped, realizing he’d broken a cardinal rule of referring to other women while in the arms of a woman.
    “Hmmm. Since I don’t have the same benefit of research as you do, I’ll have to take your word.”
    He smiled at her comeback. She never pandered to his ego or played dumb. On the other hand, if she didn’t know, she’d admit it right away. Kelly didn’t have a goddess complex, the woman dealt with him as an equal. He had never dealt with a woman who didn’t defer to him, but didn’t dominate either.
    “Okay,” he said.
    She nodded.
    He leaned back, searched her eyes, and seeing acceptance, he touched her lips with his. Her lids lowered, her breaths quickened. He ran his tongue across the seam of her lips. She released a tiny sign that he’d heard earlier when she ate the bread.
    His cock throbbed to the point of pain. Her mouth opened the barest width, and he swept in with his tongue, touching her, always touching her.
    Tiny signs escaped her throat. He deepened the kiss. Her arms tightened around his neck. Bodies aligned, he slid his hand down her back, cupped both cheeks and lifted her. Her legs wrapped around his ass. The kiss consumed him. Everything filtered to this point in time. Her lips on his. Her legs around his waist. Her pussy against his belly, warm, and he prayed, ready.
    They broke for air. His forehead rested against hers and took in gulps of air.
    “Wow.”
    He didn’t have enough air to respond and wondered how she managed.
    She placed small kisses on his cheek and stroked his face with the tips of her fingers, sending tingles through him. It had been too long. His hard cock could break stone. He repositioned her in his arms so she’d feel his erection beneath her butt.
    “Oh.” She looked up at him.
    “I want you.”
    She blinked.
    He wished he could take back his words, but his mouth spoke the truth before his mind