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Fireworks in Orlando-the crowds, Vals attitude, the unbearable Florida humidity...will Kendra survive the heat? When public make-up sex inside the prop room of a local art studio turns an excursion into mind-blowing group sex, Vals set on showingMoreFireworks in Orlando-the crowds, Vals attitude, the unbearable Florida humidity...will Kendra survive the heat? When public make-up sex inside the prop room of a local art studio turns an excursion into mind-blowing group sex, Vals set on showing Kendra fireworks like shes never experiencedSpecial Content Alert: M/M, TranssexualExcerpt:What the f-?Kendra-The door?Kendra, listen . . . .Arms crossed, he leaned against the now-closed door, waiting for me to finish. He twisted to the wall opposite the sink, as I tucked myself between my legs, making sure all features were in place, and pulled up my panties. After flushing, I stopped in front of the mirror for one last makeup check.Val embraced me from behind, wrapping me in those arms I might have welcomed earlier, but not now. Refusing me space, he hesitated on my hips as I pushed him away. I tried not to dwell on the stuffiness of the room, closed my eyes, and leaned on the sink.Youre beautiful, Kendra.Dont we have a fireworks show to get to?My head nearly banged into the mirror as he leaned over me to plant kisses across the back of my neck. Whyd he have to come on so strong, feel so warm, so inviting-and hard?Im sorry.For what? Why couldnt I be moody without him coming uncorked? Taking it personal. His insecurities irked me. Or was it just dumb perseverance, like that of a faithful dog? Why he tried so hard to please me, I didnt think Id ever understand. His presence served only to make the closet-sized room that much stuffier. After shrugging him off me, I motioned him to move so I could swing open the door. Val, come on. Give it a rest.Squished behind the halfway-open door, Val grumbled as I edged past him and out of the room. But before I cleared the doorway, he had me by the arm. I struggled, trying to get out of his grasp, only to have him tighten his hold. Damnit, Val Kendra, stop it I yanked. Cursing, he followed, hitting the sink hard, tripping over his feet, tumbling after me, and taking us both to the floor. A chair piled high with scarves teetered off-kilter by our fall, and we found ourselves smothered in a cushiony blanket of stage props.As Val pushed to his knees, I flipped over onto my back, tossing scarves and stoles to the side. His clinginess today had me at my wits end. What the fucks wrong with you?Me?Exposed and trapped, his hands on either side of my head, I fought to wriggle my skirt over my panties. With one hand, he swiped at the neon tangerine orange boa hanging lopsided from his neck. Highlighted by the bright color, his gaze, heavy and dark, pleading for peace. Expression tight, his pouting, bottom lip teased me. Even his faux sternness was cute. Intending to give him my best dirty look, I broke out laughing instead.This isnt funny, Kendra.Oh, Vali. Wrapping a thin stole around his head, I drew him closer, nose to nose, our gazes locked. I think baby blue is more your col-His lips covered mine, stealing my words. My breath followed as he lowered himself onto me. He pressed with his tongue, and wanting nothing more at that moment than him inside me, I pulled on the blue silk draped around him. Jesus, I loved what his mouth did for me- those lips, soft but firm, his tongue sliding over then under mine, enticing me to explore him. Though his shadowed face scraped my chin and burned my lips, I remapped his mouth once again, sure I would never tire of . . . . Val.