When he emerged he was holding a bottle of red wine. “Hi. Can’t sleep either, huh?” he asked. Ebony nodded her head slightly as she was trying ...ot to stare at his dick moving freely in his boxers. Not that she was shy but because she did not want to be rude. Also it did not help that she was horny and there was a good looking guy standing barely clothed in front her eyes. He must have read her expression as his expression suddenly changed to a softer more seductive look. He kept eye contact. Especially with those I love.”“You love me?”“Yes, Maria.”“I love you too.”“Even if it’s just sex?”“I could say the same about you.”“You could.”She thought about it. “It’s deliberate on my part. These trysts. Never sleeping with you.”“It is.”“It’s not that I’m afraid of you. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever been more comfortable with anyone else. At least after you’ve thoroughly sated me. And no one else has done that either.”“I love how you glow after. The way you can sustain it.”“Another way. Dad’s point about me using them as a sounding board was spot-on. These two men had been around higher levels of football, and both were within the higher levels of my circles of trust. That made me confident they would give me good advice.Coach Mason lived in a condo near downtown. When Coach Mason met us at the door, I noticed he had a cane.“When did you get that?” I asked.“My left side is still weak from the stroke. I sometimes lose my balance.”That sucked.Bo Harrington was already there. I. I needed to not let us get off track just because I was ready to jump her bones right this second. I wanted to taste her, fuck her, love her … but I controlled myself. All in good time would these things come. She slowly dropped down to her knees and looked up at me, so much trust and excitement in her eyes. I could tell that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. “Place your hands on the ground,” I instructed, stepping off towards the hallway. She got down onto her hands and looked up at.