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In the doorway, I closed my eyes briefly and had a sneaking suspicion I was going to need to install blinds on my door as well. She couldn't be trusted not to flirt with me.

I couldn’t be trusted not to fraternize with her.

Fraternize. Such an uptight word for what Faith and I had done. Did. Might do.

This was such a mistake to hire her.

But I went crashing on through anyway, like I was on fourth and goal and grinding through on a carry to get a touchdown. Head down, legs churning, push through until you get there.

Even if I fumbled.

There was knocking on the door.

And a pounding in my head.

I pried my eyes open and for a split second, I had no fucking clue where I was.

But I was instantly aware of a warm and soft female body draped all over me.

Faith.

I slid my hand down over the curve of her ass, gripping it slightly as I remembered how it had looked as I had pounded into her from behind. Faith had a bouncy ass that matched my personal preference for a woman’s body to a T. My cock started to stir as I rocked her against me a little. She started to stir.

“Mmm,” she said against my chest. “What’s that I feel?”

“My insatiable need for you.”

She lifted her head and I gave her a lazy kiss.

A fist pounded on the door. “Faith.”

Startled, I paused. I’d instantly forgotten what had woken me up in the first place. Someone was at her bedroom door. Faith’s eyes widened.

“That’s Cash,” she whispered. “What does he want? It’s the morning after his wedding!”

Cash sounded stressed.

“Faith, are you awake?” The booming knock came again.

“You’d better answer him,” I murmured. I tried to stay as still as possible. I wasn’t super concerned. I’d locked the door myself. I knew Cash couldn’t come into the room. I doubted he would anyway. Faith was his sister, not his brother. Walking in on a brother was forgivable, busting into your grown sister’s room, not so much.

Faith wiggled a little so she could turn her head. “What?” she called out, in an impressive imitation of a sleepy voice.

My cock started to get harder from the movement. Her tits were brushing back and forth on my chest as she tried to go up on her elbow. She shot me a look of censure.

“It’s not my fault,” I whispered. “Stop wiggling.”

“We need you to help us look for Johnny. He’s missing. Get up now, please.”

“What?” Her voice was more alert. “Did you check the barn?”

The doorknob jiggled. “Are you decent?”

“Not even close,” I whispered. I shifted my hand so that I was teasing between her legs.

She shot me a panicked look. She put her finger to her mouth. “Not exactly,” she said in the direction of the door. “Give me a minute. I’m coming.”

That made me give a soft snort before I could prevent it. “Not yet,” I murmured.

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