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room floor to find an available seat. My father explains he thought he was coming down with a cold
but after a short nap, he felt much better so they decided to stop by for dessert. Claire does her best
to stick to the original plan of plying them with a bunch of alcohol and sweets to suck up to them, but
after thirty minutes of Rachel trying to get my mother to admit she would love to try a threesome some
day and goading my father to confess he dropped acid in the sixties, my parents decide it's past their
bedtime.
After they leave, everyone helps clean up before they head to their own homes. When the last
dish is put away and the final crumb is swept from the floor, we finally have the house all to
ourselves and nothing can be heard except the ticking of the clock in the living room.
I walk into the kitchen after putting Gavin to bed to find Claire standing in front of the sink,
staring out the window, lost in thought. I don t want her to feel guilty about my parents. I won t let
them make her feel like anything less than the amazing woman I know her to be.
I come up behind her and slide my hands around her waist and clasp them together on top of her
stomach. I rest my chin on her shoulder, waiting for her to speak.
 So. This was a fun day, she says sarcastically, bringing her hands up to rest on top of mine.
I turn my face and place a kiss on the side of her neck, inhaling the subtle hint of chocolate that
always lingers on her skin.
 Actually, it was a very fun day. I had no idea you ever called America s Most Wanted, I tell
her with a smile.  And that Barbie likes horse cock. Who knew?
Her body shakes with laughter.
 Hey, don t judge me. Ken had underwear that wouldn t come off. What s a girl to do in that
situation? she asks as she turns into my embrace, slides her arms around me, and rests her cheek
against my chest.  I was an only child with two crazy parents. Unless I wanted to hang out in the
basement with my mother and smoke pot, there wasn t much else to do other than have Barbie
orgies.
I laugh along with her and rub my hands in slow circles around her back.
 You can still run you know. If you want to make like the Road Runner and bust through the
door leaving an imprint of your body behind, I won t blame you.
She looks up at me and smiles but I can tell she is kind of serious.
 Listen to me. Nothing matters but you, me, and Gavin. There is absolutely nothing that either
one of our families can do to ruin this.
Ask her to marry you. Do it now!
 Claire& 
 Don t say it, she warns.
What the fuck? Can she read my mind? Claire, nod once if you can hear me.
 Don t tell me it was no big deal and that you don t care what your parent s think.
Oh thank God.
 Fine, I won t say it. I ll just think it.
Will you marry me? Will you marry me? Why the fuck is this so hard to say? There is
nothing else more important right now than asking this question!
 I have a great idea. How about you take my mind off of everything by having sex with me on
the kitchen counter, she says with a wag of her eyebrows.
Okay, this might trump the proposal.
Before I can stop her...oh who am I kidding? Like I d really stop her from banging me in the
kitchen. She leans up on her tiptoes and presses her mouth to mine. The kiss quickly turns deeper and
her tongue sweeping through my mouth instantly makes me hard. I pull away from her mouth long
enough to lift her up onto the counter next to the sink. Her legs wrap around my waist and her hands
go to work unbuttoning my jeans. Before I can even take another breath, her hand is inside my boxers,
wrapping around my length.
 Fuck, I mutter, leaning my forehead against hers as she works her small hand from base to tip,
tortuously slow. As my hips rock with the movements of her hand, I slide my palms up the outside of
her bare thighs, my fingers inching slowly under the hem of her skirt until I wrap them around the
strings of her thong that rest on her hips.
She unwinds her legs from around my waist and lets them dangle off of the edge of the counter
so I can slide the black, lacy scrap of material off of her and fling it to the floor.
My eyes travel up her long, smooth legs, and her skirt pushes up to the top of her thighs. I let
my hands follow the movement of my eyes, touching every inch of skin I look at. I part her thighs as I
go, sliding my hands around her hips to cup her ass and bring her body closer to the edge of the
counter.
Her hands move to the waistband of my boxer briefs and I almost whimper at the loss of her
warm palm and fingers stroking me into oblivion. She uses both hands to push my boxer briefs down
my hips just far enough for my cock to free itself.
I step closer between her thighs until the head of my erection meets her wet center. Gritting my
teeth with the need to bury myself inside of her, I slide the tip of my cock up through her heat and
circle it around her clit. Her legs slide back up the outside of my thighs, and she locks her feet behind
my back, her ankles digging into my ass as she pulls me harder against her, and I slip inside of her one
slow inch at a time.
 Jeeeeeesus, you feel good, I whisper against her lips as I rock my hips against her.
 This is the best phone call we ve ever made, she says with a laugh as she wraps her arms
around my shoulders.
 I ve never made a phone call in the kitchen before. It always seemed unsanitary, I state as
Claire lifts her hips to meet my thrusts.
 Please don t make me think about the fact that you just sliced a roast on this counter, she says
between moans.
 At least we re doing this after I cut the meat. Otherwise we would have served our family
and friends ass-roast with a side of sex juices.
Claire s fingers slide through the back of my hair and clutches onto it so hard I wince and slow
down my movements.
 Seriously? Do you want me to throw up on you while we re doing this? Never, ever use that
sentence again.
I chuckle and pull her body tighter against mine, wrapping my arms around her. I try to keep my
movements slow but it just feels too fucking good. I kiss a trail down her neck and start to swivel my
hips in a circle. Claire s fingernails dig into my shoulder blades, and I feel her entire body shudder.
 Oh my God, keep doing that, she moans.
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