Whitney surveyed herself in the mirror.

Her outfit was the perfect balance, in her opinion, of sexy and casual.

She was dressed in a pink, slipped dress made from a shiny satin material. It was short and trimmed

with faux fur at the bottom. There was no doubt in her mind that Dylan was going to love it.

Sure enough, he looked stunned when Whitney opened the door. Dylan was standing there with a bouquet of roses in his

hand, handsome in his button-up shirt and quaffed brown hair. Wow, he said, you look stunning. Whitney did a little

twirl as her boyfriend stepped inside.

Thank you very much. I thought you'd like it. She put the roses in a vase in her kitchen

and sat impatiently while they each sipped a glass of Merlot. But Whitney was antsy.

Oh, come on, she said, as Dylan reached for the bottle of wine.

Let's leave it for later. Dylan definitely wasn't going to object, as Whitney led him to the bedroom.

Her nightstand lamp was already on, the dim golden light, giving the room

a faint glow. Whitney pulled Dylan into her, wrapping her arms around Dylan's neck as she kissed him.

As her tongue slid into his mouth, she could feel his cock start to push against his pants,

hardening in between them.

"'No more long work trips,' said Whitney, squealing as Dylan moved them onto the bed together

with a dramatic flop against the mattress.

I miss you too much.

Mm, a deal.

Dylan was kissing the side of Whitney's neck now, which was her sweet spot.

He knew how much it made her throb.

Dylan lifted the bottom of Whitney's dress,

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