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“Not bad considering they don’t approve, right?”

“Didn’t you tell me once to not care about them and if they approve or not?”

“I did,” he said, picking her up and putting her on his lap. “What was I thinking?”

“I think you were trying to give me a good night and I can’t tell you how much I appreciated it. So much so I’m going to do something special for you tonight.”

“What’s that?” he asked, his mouth going to hers.

She wiggled off his lap and held her hand out. “Let’s go to your room.”

He followed along like a lost little puppy and told himself this was different. That he wasn’t letting a woman call the shots in his life. He wasn’t handing over any power.

Yet it seemed as if Megan had more than he’d ever thought he’d admit and he was glad she wasn’t aware of it.

“What are we going to do in there that you want me to know how much you appreciate me?”

“I want you to strip for me. Then you can flex some. You know, get my juices flowing.”

He grinned as he lifted his shirt over his head. “That sounds more like I’m doing something for you,” he said.

“You’ll get yours in the end, don’t worry. Just think, the more you work me up the better it will be for you.”

“If you say so,” he said, dropping his jeans and underwear down. “You need to catch up.”

“I will,” she said. “But you need to flex for me.” Her finger ran down his chest. “Give me a little show and I’ll give you one back.”

There she was again, telling him what to do and he’d gladly comply.

He flexed his chest muscles, alternating on each side. “There,” he said. “I’m not a bodybuilder. That’s all you get.”

“Very funny,” she said. “It was a nice tease, but I want you to hold your arms up and flex. You don’t need to be a bodybuilder to do it. Once you do, the muscles in your abs constrict too. I know. I watch you work out enough.”

“I always feel your eyes on me,” he said, lifting one arm and flexing it.

“Oh yeah. The other too,” she said, fanning a hand in front of her face.

He felt like such a fool, but he was caught up in her playfulness and did it, even though he was standing there naked with one hell of a hard-on and she was fully dressed.

“You need to ditch the clothing,” he said as he flexed one more time.

Her red shirt came up over her head and hit the floor, her black jeans followed. She was left standing there in a black lace bra and panties.

Until she turned and showed him it was a thong.

“You need to flex for me,” he said, his eyes on her ass.

She got up on her tiptoes and he could see all the muscles in her calves and hamstrings right to her ass. She was toned and soft at the same time. Exactly what he wanted in a woman.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

His hand went down on her ass with a playful slap and she yelped. “What do you think?”

“I think you need to get on the bed now and watch.”

He crawled on the bed and got on his back, his arms behind his head causing his biceps to flex some more. Her eyes went right to them. “What am I watching?”

She trailed one finger down between her breasts, over her belly, to the top of her thong. “Me touching myself.”