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    Harper was all dressed up for our evening out together and was in these tight jeans that entuated her sexy curves and a tank top that showed off just how busty she was. And there was that fucking messy bun and a bare face. She was wless and had me speechless for a moment as soon as she stepped out of the house.


    Bowling with her was fun and I won in the end, but I still had fun watching her roll the ball down thatne. It wasn’t just because I was curious to see how good she was, it was also because that gave me the chance to take in the view of her curves as much as I wanted.


    I found myself clenching my jaw each time I remembered that Maddox had seen every inch of those curves with no clothes on, especially that night I heard them fucking each other.


    I made her feel special when I booked the entire movie theater to watch a ssic movie with her and while my initial intention was just to mess with her head, I liked being there with her and even enjoyed every moment of it.


    We’d seen that movie so many times in the past that it was a core memory.


    She still wasn’t fully convinced that Tiffany was cool with the two of us hanging out and I understood her. While I also didn’t fully believe her, I wanted it to be true so badly that I shut out all my doubts.


    It was hrious to me when she rushed to the possibility that I wanted to leave my wife when I was mad at her. She was only setting herself up for everything that I was going to do to her, apart from what I’d already done.


    In the past, Harper was always there to listen and it felt so good that I could finally talk to her again about everything that I couldn’t tell anyone else. How I’d missed that part.


    When she told me about Mike, I wanted to ask for a picture but told myself it didn’t matter what he looked like because he’d never be me and she confirmed it when she told me she just couldn’t keep going with the rtionship.


    I brought Tiffany into the conversation and could tell just how much it pissed her off when she began taking shots. All I had to do was get real close to her face with a smirk and I watched her melt. She was just too easy.


    She got so drunk that I had to hold her for support. I did it on purpose when I constantly brought my face real close to hers. I wanted her to kiss me so badly.


    She leaned on me for support as I held onto the narrowest part of her waist and was so cute when she asked for another bottle, but that was enough and I wanted to be alone with her. <ol start="6"><li>036 </li></ol>


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    When I stood behind her and her ass came in contact with my cock, fuck, it did things to me.


    I’d fantasized about her a few times after her return. Who wouldn’t when she was looking like that?


    I teased her again in the car when fastening her seatbelt and her soft plump lips were right against my cheek. I even took my time with the belt, hoping she’d grab my face and kiss me, but it didn’t happen.


    Finally giving up, I looked ahead and the ride was silent as I wondered why she was fighting it when she knew she wanted me.


    She broke the silence when she thanked me and her face lit up when she hoped we’d spend some time together again. I wanted it too, so that wasn’t going to be thest time.


    I chuckled in amusement at how excited she got when I yed our song. We werepletely off–key, but fuck that. She matched my energy and sang her lines perfectly, even knowing when it was my turn to sing. I hadn’t felt so free in a long time. That was one of the best nights I ever had.


    When I pulled up in her driveway, she wasn’t able to get out of the car on her own. I had to hold onto her as I guided her up the stairs until we got to her bedroom and sat down on the


    bed.


    I could only think about all the things I wanted to do to her even as I told her about Mr Aldridge’s n for Maddox and Tiffany to work on their rtionship.


    Even though I told her that was the reason I couldn’t stay, I wanted her to beg me to stay so badly. I wondered what I was going to do if she did. She was so drunk that she might have finally begged me <i>to </i>fuck her or something and I would’ve felt like a king.


    I dipped my head low when she looked up at me and it took everything in me to hold back. I wanted her to initiate everything. Her lips were so close that I could feel her breath get a little heavy. It sounded <i>so </i>sexy that I felt my cock twitch. I even slightly tightened my grip on her waist so she’d make that one move I was waiting for.


    Suddenly, she closed her eyes, moved away from my chest and rolled over on the bed, her waist slipping away from my hand.


    She got realfortable as she curled up, her eyes closed as she said, “Thanks for bringing me home. Good night.”


    My jaw clenched. What the fuck was that?


    She looked like she had already fallen asleep and I watched her face for a few seconds, unable to blink. Even in her drunk state, she’d been able to fight the urge to beg for me when I was


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    I sighed in defeat as I got up from the bed, not even wishing her a good night as I made it out the door.


    I couldn’t even keep my head up as I got to the stairs. I would’ve never thought she’d do something like that when the set up was perfect. That night, she crushed my fucking ego.


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