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I’ve promised to have thisFoxy Goes Thereepisode posted within the next few days, and since Ginny’s proven she knows her way around a studio, including cleanup, we’ve been given the trusted green light.

So it’s just the two of us and Flow.

And my raging hard-on.

“Your mom will be proud.” Ginny’s breath tickles my ear and makes me even harder than having her straddling me from behind has. “You made a good mug.”

I swallow. “It needs a handle.”

She kisses my neck. “You can still drink out of it without a handle.”

Flow’s on the ground at our feet. She’s covered in bits of wet clay, but she’s not nearly as messy as I am.

Gray splatters dot my pants and shirt where the apron didn’t cover, and my arms are coated in dried clay water.

Ginny’s too.

She kisses my neck again. “I’m ready to call it a night,” she whispers.

“Sleepy?”

She trails her fingers up my forearms. “No.”

“I like watching you make pottery.” My voice is thick and heavy.

“I like watching you do everything.”

“Ginny—”

“Shh. Not tonight. I know. But not—not tonight.”

Not tonight.

I know.

Don’t remind me this is temporary.

But what if it didn’t have to be temporary?

What if I told Alex? What if Ginny and I found a way to make our lives compatible?

What if?—

I suck in a breath as she slides her clay-covered hands down my sides and under my apron to stroke my thighs right at my crotch.

So close to my straining dick, but not touching me there.

“I’m wet,” she whispers. “I want you to touch me.”

I push my stool back, pushing her back too, until I can spin around and capture her lips with mine.

Her soft whimpers as she grips my hair and kisses me back—this.

This is what I want.

Ginny.

Every day.