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Call it whatever you wanted – fluffy, zaftig, fat, big and beautiful, plus-sized, curvy, big girl – this was her, and she wasn't changing Could Dylan (and Mike! Don't forget Mike!) really want her? The fat girl?

His eyes changed, softening with a dark intensity, his lips parting slightly, his body e Yeah He really was into her

Right now she wanted him in her

Mike?

Choice A: tell Dylan that she was seeing soet together sometime later

Choice B: fulfill yet another fantasy and have Dylan take her right here, right now, on her desk and behind a cheap lock on her office door, biting her hand to keep the sounds of ecstasy quiet enough to avoid drawing sidelong glances and nudges aossipers

"Choice A," sheDon't be that woman

"Hling for control Just like her His eyes – oh, those eyes, so pure and focused and wanting her His words were a balm that healed soeternal in her heaving bosoainst her all-too-silky bra fabric and made her tense and frenzied, her clit hot for Dylan

That hand on her arirl with the firefighter/ ave her a taste of fun and confidence Now his palm cupped her cheek, slid to loosen her hair, the thick waves pouring down her back and shoulders as he iht his lips to hers

Choice B, after all, it seeht as well tell herself not to breathe The press of his soft lips on hers ainst the silk of her bra, the sensation of puckered nipples and taut rib cage band so constricting she felt faint for a second, the roo down her back, then to her waist With a sudden push inward and up he lifted her off froth unnerving yet rin He could lift her?

He could lift her With catlike reflexes he slid her jacket off her body and snaked her skirt up, over her thighs, one hand kneading the flesh of her hip like a hungryfor food

"Oh, how I've missed you," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot then cold as the spaces betords stood out in stark relief, the air filling the void of his sweet confession

"I'y

"No" He pulled back and kissed her forehead, then her nose, and stared at her "I am sorry Sorry that it took this much determination to reach you Sorry that so h to make your walls necessary"

Mike Don't think about Mike!

Gulp "You're different, though – "

"You couldn't know that I had to show you Let ainst her neck, the rasp of his stubble against her cheek as he kissed her, the scent of him, a sently leaned her back on the desk, his muscled body over hers, she availed herself of his skin, pallorious heat of Dylan finally tangible, touchable, tasteable

Taste him As he hovered over her she reached up and found the softest spot on his neck, the skin fragile and tender, begging for her tongue As the tip slid over the nape of his neck she felt hi through his windpipe in a gasp He was salty and hu the hair follicles, half a day's growth peeking out She breathed in his essence and then her legs parted, widening to accoainst hers, his hard rod pushing against his pants

She knew exactly how he felt right now Reaching for his waist, she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the row of buttons on his fly (vintage Levi's? How Dylan) and slid his pants over those thick, hard hips, her palht froave her a relief map of his body to touch and explore at her leisure