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There was the sound of a door opening and banging closed. Ollie raised his head in time to see Leilani walking out to her patio. He ducked behind a post and watched her stretch her slender arms over her head, thrusting her pert breasts forward. The movement caused her spaghetti-strapped tank top to pull up revealing a tanned, slightly rounded belly. For some reason, it turned Oliver on even more. He always liked a woman who wasn’t afraid of food. The boxer shorts she was wearing were white sprinkled with red hearts and showed off her long, golden legs and plump ass. In the moonlight, with her wild black hair flowing freely around her shoulders, the woman resembled an Aztec goddess. Ollie’s hand tightened around his beer can.

As though she sensed him looking at her, she turned towards his patio and squinted her eyes, her hands propped on her waist. Ollie pushed off from the post and braced his arms on the railing so she could see him better. Across the yard, she finally spotted him and waved hello. Against his better judgment, he waved back. She must have taken his greeting as an invitation because before he knew what was going on, she was crossing the yard in her bare feet and walking towards his house.

Damn the woman. She was going to be the death of him.

“Hello, Oliver,” she said in that husky voice of hers, stepping up onto his porch. She nodded at the beer in his hand. “Got any more of those?”

Her neck and shoulders were glowing with sweat and gave her an otherworldly sheen. Oliver raked his gaze from the top of her hair down to her bare feet, then back up to the nipples poking through the thin material of her tank top. He could almost taste them in his mouth. He took a healthy gulp of his beer and swallowed hard. “Nope. Last one.” He had a twelve-pack in the fridge, but that would mean limping into the kitchen and frankly, it was too far to limp and he was too goddamn tired.

She raised one perfectly tweezed eyebrow at him and smiled. “Do you mind if I have a sip?”

There was three feet of space between them. Ollie extended his arm, but didn’t take a step towards her. If he got any closer, he was liable to grab her and pin her against the wall. “Here you go.”

She sashayed towards him. He was entranced by the sight of her bellybutton. She was an innie. He felt like dropping on his knees in front of her and swirling his tongue into the tiny oval hole.

“Thank you.” She accepted the can from him, licked the spot his lips had touched and tipped the can towards her open mouth. “Ahh, that’s good.”

She rolled the can over her chest and the condensation, along with the cool night air, made her nipples more visible through her shirt.