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My voice is an octave lower than normal as I stride toward her, unbuttoning my crisp white shirt. “Hey,” I move behind her.

“What are we doing?” she asks. But when she faces me, she licks her lips. “I’ll never be able to get into an elevator again without thinking…”

“About me?” For some reason, I smile like a stuck pig with the thought of her thinking about me every time she gets into an elevator.

“Be serious, Dane. I’ll be taking my kids down to the pool on vacation, and when we get on the elevator, I’ll be thinking about you instead of my husband.

Screw that. Lettie is mine.

“Maybe I’ll be your husband.” The words slip out my mouth, but the truth is I’ve never pictured anyone by my side but Lettie.

Her eyes round, and one eyebrow lifts. She moves her head back and forth, smiling, and then says, “I can’t believe what we did.”

“Technically, I did it,” I joke, but the mention of her with a husband and kids sends my stomach tumbling. What the fuck is going on? I’ve watched her flirt and kiss guys in front of me for years, and now I can’t stomach her talking about having kids with someone else.

“Shut up.”

She pushes her hand against my bare chest, and I feel as if I’ve been branded. I have no idea where this is going in the long run but tonight, I need to finish what we started.

Speechless, I let her take the lead. Whatever she wants, my best friend receives. My mind is working overtime, hoping that one lustful night doesn’t change us. And part of me hopes it will take our relationship down a different path.

As confused as I may be about what all this means, my dick is not as it strains against my pants. Lettie reads my mind, delicately pushing the button through the hole. I inhale, enjoying her fingers scraping against my lower abdomen.

It seems we’re on the same page, but I need to hear it. Even though she’s giving me all the signals, she’s my best friend, and I can’t take the chance without asking her, “Lettie, what do you want?”

“I want my heels, and I want to repay you.”

“You don’t have to. This isn’t a tit-for-tat.”

“Are you kidding? I’ve thought about it for a long time.” Her eyes practically twinkle.

“How long?”

“Since you kissed me.”

“In the elevator or on the patio.”

She cackles, biting her bottom lip. She lifts her eyebrow. “Patio. See… a long time.”

Then she unzips my pants, letting them pool by my black shiny shoes. I step out and toe off my shoes.

This is why I love her. Not because she’s about to give me oral, but she alleviates my fears with her sarcasm and humor.

Her nimble fingers slip inside my boxer briefs and makes circles over my head.

“Oh wait. I need my heels so you can get the full effect.” She skips toward the small foyer, picking up her strappy heels, and sits on the couch, tucking her painted toes into the footbed. Taking her sweet time. Teasing me while buckling the strap around her ankle.

Crouching in front of her, I fasten the other shoe. I kiss the inside of her ankle as my hands skate under her dress and up her body. Nibbling on the insides of her thighs. Moving to the swell of her breasts.

“I need you out of this dress,” I choke out.

“Thought you liked it.”

I pull her to stand, kissing every inch of exposed skin. My fingers find the hidden zipper toggle and lower it until the sleeveless dress falls. For the first time, I see Lettie’s body in lingerie.

“Fuck, baby.” God, I can barely breathe. The strapless bra and thong match the color of her dress, and her skin glows from the summer.

She dips her head, showing a hint of bashfulness. “You’ve seen me in a million bathing suits.”

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