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Carinna hadn’t confessed to loving me as I’d hoped by pushing her to the edge last night, but she had used the L word several times. For that reason, I wasn’t surprised when she rolled from my arms to the side of the bed and started soundlessly across my room.

I rose up on an elbow, enjoying the erotic sway of her ass and the memory of the appealing red left behind from my spankings, before asking, “Sneaking out?”

She stiffened on a gasp. Then went soft again to toss over her shoulder, “Going to the bathroom.”

Maybe she had been. Maybe she hadn’t. Unfortunately I didn’t have time to lie around and find out. The tournament play started early today and, since my and Carinna’s future was riding on it, I wasn’t about to show up late.

I was pulling on my pants when she came out of the bathroom, wearing the T-shirt I’d had on last night. I’d never seen Carinna in my clothes. It was endearing in a way that had me wanting to shout my love for her even more than I had wanted to do so last night, after granting us both the right to come.

Thank God for the stricken look on her face or I would have probably done so and ruined any chance I had with her.

She frowned as I pulled on a shirt. “What are you doing?”

“Getting dressed. I have to be somewhere by nine, and it’s already half past eight.”

“Oh. I should check in on my grandma, anyway. Make sure we’re still on for bingo tomorrow.”

From her deflated tone, she really had been on her way to take a leak when I’d woken up. Probably had planned to crawl back into bed and make good on last night’s threat, by turning those handcuffs and God only knew what else on me.

Damn, how I wanted to let that happen. Tomorrow, if I was lucky. And many, many days after that, if I was even luckier.

I went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of socks. “I’m planning on taking the guys lunch at the firehouse today. Just pizza, but there’ll be plenty to go around. You should stop by. I know they’d love to see you.” I crossed to the bed and sat on the end of it. “Vernelli keeps asking when I’m going to bring the hot chick with the big tits back around,” I added jokingly.

“He’s cute. Any idea what kind of hose he’s packing?”

I was thankful to be looking down, tugging on a sock. If I hadn’t been, Carinna would have seen the rage on my face.

Had my attempts at surfacing her emotions last night been completely lost on her? Or how the fuck could she still be thinking about screwing some other guy, and seconds after she’d been thinking about screwing me, no less?

“I don’t make it a point to check out other men’s hoses,” I said as calmly as possible. “Besides, he’s half your age.”

She snorted out a laugh and whacked me on the shoulder. “Thanks for the compliment, dickhead. Always nice to know when my tits and ass have sagged so much I could pass for a fifty-year-old.”

I shouldn’t have touched her when I was about to head out the door, but the idea she might be serious about wanting Vernelli had me anxious to stake a claim. This time, one that went beyond the emotional. One that was right there out in the open for all to see and recognize Carinna as mine.

I slid my hands up her sides as I stood, dragging the T-shirt along for the ride, until her breasts were bared and her pussy peeking out from its curly brown hiding place.

The age crack was pure irony. Her ass and breasts were both as tight as could be and her skin flawless. That latter made me feel a little guilty over what I was about to do. Assuring myself the mark wouldn’t be permanent, I pushed aside her hair to expose her neck to my mouth. I brushed my mustache across her skin until I heard her laugh, and then I sucked her skin into my mouth and applied enough pressure to bruise.

I stuck my finger in her mouth with her sharp inhale, moments later replacing it with my tongue. Morning breath didn’t appear to be an ailment that plagued Carinna. She tasted as hot and heavenly as ever.

By the time I was done kissing her, my hands had found their way to her breasts, pinching and fondling the nipples, and my cock was so hard I could only hope it would be flaccid by the time I reached the tournament casino.

“So, what do you say?” I asked, wondering if I should rescind my offer, knowing Vernelli would be at the station. The hickey already surfacing on her neck eased my tension enough to continue. “Lunch at eleven-thirty?”

She looked uncertain for just a moment, but then gave me an amused smile. “Better make it twelve. I’m gonna need at least an extra half hour to fix this aging disaster of a body.”