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Chapter 24

Henri
H ouston, we have lift off. This is not a fucking drill. I’ve just received a

weekend pass to Sanya’s body, and I am going to ride every fucking ride.
I don’t know how we got off the couch, but we are. I don’t know when
I slung her over my shoulder, but I did. I am powering through the house to our
rooms. I pause in the hallway stifled with brief indecision. Her room or mine. My
room or hers. A giggling Sanya reads my mind.
“Just pick one.”
I burst into her room like the Feds looking for El Chapo. I look around the
huge master --so many surfaces and possibilities. I feel like one of the Stepbrothers

– so much room for activities. I deposit her on her bed, so I can stop rooting like a
new puppy at a dog park.
“Are you sure?” I will consider running into traffic if my question backfires,
but I must ask.
Sanya looks at me the way she did in Florida. But this time, she’s sober. The
lust is clear and refined. She unties the little string and opens one side of her wrap.
My mouth hits the floor. One of her perfect tits greets me. My eyes reluctantly leave
the sight to check out the rest. Her knees are still pressed together, but there is no
evidence of panties anywhere.
“You were completely naked under there this whole time?” “Yes. Exfoliated
and waxed, as well.”
“Fuck me!” I exclaim.
“We’re working on that.” She licks her lips, and I fall to my knees. I’m not
being dramatic. I literally get on my knees in front of her.