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helping to take his thoughts from her amazing figure.
    “Come on in. Help yourself.” She sighed.
    With his mouth full of sweets, he asked, “How did I ruin your night?”
    She scowled. “Chew, swallow, then talk. I’ll tell you, Major Cava. You waved that cock around like a giant flashlight and handled it like a porn star. It was tough to sleep is all I’m saying.”
    He never in a million years would have pegged her as someone to be so open and frank about her sexuality. Which made it all the more vital that he have her under him as soon as possible. Nothing hotter than a woman who knew what she wanted and accepted it as her right. “Sexual frustration can do that,” he said into the sudden silence.
    “No kidding.”
    He finished his sweet roll then took the coffee she handed him. “I don’t suppose you finished yourself off last night?”
    “Nope. I have more control than that.” She glanced down at his bulging cock and smirked.
    “Honey, around you I seem to stay hard. I’m sitting here eating something sweet and imagining how you’ll taste when I’m going down on you.” He smiled at the shocked look on her face. So sexy—forward, yet shy too. Her contrasts totally turned him on. “What do you say we celebrate on your bed later?”
    “Have to put it together first.” She poured herself some coffee and sighed after drinking it. “Do you always welcome neighbors with a show?”
    “Nope. Just you. Consider yourself lucky.”
    She stared at his erection. “Oh, I do.”
    “How is it you’re like this here, but at work, you…” Uh-oh. Dangerous territory.
    “At work what?” She waited.
    “You’re a ball-buster.” There. He said it.
    She shrugged. “I have to be taken seriously. It’s too easy around you macho military types to be dismissed as a mere woman. I’m nothing but professional at work.”
    “But last night…”
    She sighed. “I’ve been in a drought lately. Then I saw the hottest thing ever next door. You flipped a switch inside me needing a man for more than just moving furniture. Now I’m horny for sex.”
    “For me, you mean.”
    She flushed. “Not necessarily you. I’m a woman with needs. I suppose any good-looking guy will do.”
    A backhanded compliment, but he’d take it. “Tell you what. How about all of us help you settle in. Then you let me ease that ache. We could be pretty nice neighbors, helping each other with certain…needs. Strictly professional at work though,” he insisted. As if he needed another work/sex relationship. No, dummy. Be smart. Don’t mix work and pleasure. Not again.
    “If I say no?”
    “Then we don’t have sex. Doesn’t change the fact I’m still overseeing our project for the colonel.”
    She frowned. “First of all, it’s a joint project. Second, I’m fine separating work from pleasure. It’s you idiot XY types who can’t figure it out.”
    “But I’m not like other men,” he teased and took a sip of coffee.
    “So Marcy says.”
    He choked, and she laughed. Before he could ask if she meant that or was just teasing him, the others arrived.
    “I’ll think about the offer,” she said before moving to answer the ringing doorbell. “You did put on quite a show.”
    While she went to answer the door, he grabbed a napkin to wipe up the coffee he’d spit out and did his best to calm his raging erection. The embarrassment of having his brother or sister spotting his arousal did the trick, and then he and the others were helping her move boxes and arrange furniture.
    With Kyle, his sister’s husband’s, help, Brad put Genevieve’s bed together. A nice big poster bed that would look perfect fitted with some restraints to hold her down.
    When finished, Kyle just stood there looking from the bed to him.
    “What?” Brad sighed. “Just say whatever is on your small brain.”
    “Big bed. Has a nice view.” He stared across the room into Brad’s house.
    “Shut up.”
    “I bet you guys are going to be super great