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Okay, I'm starting to wind down. I have all of my books and CDs ready. All I need to do is sleep. Yeah, sleep. Speaking of sleep, I do have to hit the bed. However, I will leave with you all, for your reading pleasure, an exclusive excerpt from That's What Friends Are For! Enjoy! Sometime Saturday, I'll post my contest to win a free download of my book!

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She took a deep breath then blurted, “I’m so fucking horny, Ned. That’s why I came up with that plan.”

His heart settled a bit. Not what he’d wanted to hear but the one thing he could always count on with Fiona was honesty. He’d always appreciated that.

“I’m sorry,” she continued. “I never wanted to use you. I thought it would be okay. We’re friends. We know neither one of us would hurt the other. I know you’re clean. I know I’m clean. I got tested every month after I dumped Kwame.”

“I know.” He remembered how nervous she’d been every month when she’d gotten tested.

“And I thought since I was allowing myself to get used...” She trailed off unable to complete the statement. “Can you forgive me? I’m a horrible friend.”

“No you’re not.” He kissed her temple. “Truth be told, I struggled with wanting to go through with it for that same reason. I wanted you so much but I didn’t want our friendship to suffer. I don’t have a lot, but our friendship means more to me than anything in the world. You know that, right?”

“Of course. Just like with me. I would die for you.” She gave him a quick peck on the lips. Then he heard her swallow hard. She kissed him again, a little longer this time. His hand that rested on her hip squeezed it gently.

Fiona’s breathing increased. Her breaths matched the pounding rain outside, hitting against his window. Listening to her and holding her, Ned’s heart started a crazy, hammering rhythm.
“Fi,” he said in a short breath.

Instead of responding verbally, Fiona kissed him harder. His tongue slid into her hot mouth. She sucked it like he’d imagined her taking his penis in her mouth. When she moaned, it not only vibrated his tongue but also his lips and body.

His hand cupped the back of her head as his other hand smoothed over her firm ass. He had never forgotten how absolutely perfect her backside was when he’d squeezed it the other night outside of the club.

One of Fiona’s hands clutched his shoulder while the other hand danced down the side of his body, eventually reaching the waistband of his pajama pants. Just the proximity of her hand stirred his engorged penis, making it throb even more. As though she read his thoughts, her hand gently swept over his cock.

His breath caught as she pulled from him.

She said, “We don’t have to, well, you know...”

“Yeah.” Ned nodded, knowing exactly what she was going to say.

“Not all the way.”

“Exactly.”

“We would be each other’s...”

“Relief.”

She sighed. “Yeah. Relief.”

Without another word, Ned stripped off her top and tossed it to the floor. Fiona made short work of undoing his pajamas as they both pulled them and his boxer briefs down in one tug.
“We’ll still be friends,” Fiona said with a lilt of questioning in her voice.

“Damn right.” He yanked off her panties, nearly tearing them in the process. “Friends with benefits.”