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clutter. Fifteen minutes later, I pulled out the vacuum, just as Josh walked back into the living room with just a towel around his waist. Oh Lord, I hadn’t been prepared for that six-pack unclothed. Jeez, he had a nice body.
    He glanced into the kitchen and whistled. “Nice work.”
    “Thanks.” I did a little curtsy and turned on the vacuum—anything to divert my eyes from his rock hard body.
    He walked over to the couch and sat, propping his feet on the coffee table. When I looked over at him I found him staring. Was he going to just sit and watch me the whole time?
    I moved the vacuum across the room. Sure enough, his gaze followed. By the time I vacuumed the entire room and returned to him, I saw that he was hard again. The towel tented up above his cock. I retraced my path and brought the vacuum closer. My breasts bounced with each step. I wanted to touch him. Now. Not later when he made the move again. This time I would initiate the contact.
    As I came closer to him, my purpose clear, I watched as he slipped a hand inside his towel and started to stroke himself, his gaze never leaving me. Once I reached him, I turned off the vacuum and pushed aside the coffee table so I could kneel at his feet.
    “You must let me tend to you, sir.” I batted my eyelashes, inserting my best French maid voice. My teasing mood died when I pulled the towel away from his hips.
    Lord he was beautiful—long, thick, with a reddish-purple head.
    “Yes, tend to me. Please.” He groaned and cupped my chin, stroking a finger over my lips. I opened, letting him slip the finger inside my mouth, and then sucked on it.
    His gaze grew hooded, his breathing heavier. I released his finger and then slid my hands from his thighs in toward his erection, wrapping my fingers around its thick length.
    “I thought a cold shower would help,” he muttered, fisting his hands into my hair and guiding my head down. “But then I saw you strutting around half-naked pushing that vacuum, and I just wanted to bend you over the couch and fuck you senseless.”
    The flesh between my legs grew damp and my nipples tightened. Flicking my tongue out, I caressed the head first, paying special attention to the crease underneath. His groan encouraged me and I opened my mouth, letting him slide his cock inside.
    He was hot, silky, and hard all at the same time, tasting clean from the shower, with the slight saltiness of his arousal. He pushed deep, stroking the back of my throat.
    Slowly, he started pumping in and out of my mouth as I curled my tongue around him. I relaxed my jaw and throat, taking him as deep as possible.
    He undid my bra, and then plucked the lace from my breasts. They spilled free into his waiting hands, and he pinched the tips. I groaned as more heat and liquid rushed between my legs.
    “Jesus. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” he begged, continuing to cup and squeeze my breasts. “On second thought, do.”
    He pulled me up, and I released him with a popping noise before he settled me on his lap.
    “I don’t want to come inside that sweet little mouth.” He touched my lips. “Not this time anyway. I want to take my time with you.” He pushed me back on the couch, lowering his body on top of mine.
    “Look at those nipples. Sexy as hell.” He caught one tight tip between his teeth and bit gently. When I gasped, he flattened his lips around the areola and began to suck.
    “ Josh .” I held his head against my breast, and he drew harder on my nipple.
    He pulled off my heels and tossed them aside, then trailed his fingers between our bodies and hooked the edge of my panties, tugging them down and off my legs. He used his thighs to push apart my knees, reaching down to rub my clit and switching his mouth to my other breast.
    Moaning, I squirmed underneath him, grinding myself against his hand. He gave a husky laugh as he released my nipple and kissed his way down my body. My thighs trembled as he reached my stomach, dipping his tongue in