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my belly button while his fingers still probed between my legs.
    His mouth moved lower, nuzzling the trimmed curls. With his wet, rough, and confident tongue he teased the folds of my sex. Hot fire raced through my blood as he swept up the length of my sex to rub my sensitive clitoris.
    Catching the nub between his lips, he suckled it, causing my hips to lift off the couch and a ragged scream to leave my throat. He worked a finger inside me, rubbing the sensitive walls while sweetly tormenting my clit.
    “Josh, please .” It was too much. I wanted him to continue, but more than that, I wanted the full completion of having him inside me. I needed it. “Now. I can’t wait any longer.”
    After lifting himself off my body, he went to the kitchen and pulled a box of condoms from the grocery sack. I propped myself up on one elbow, heart pounding with anticipation as I watched him tear into a foil packet and roll the rubber onto his cock.
    My mouth watered, and I slicked my tongue across my lips. He returned and I took an unsteady breath, reaching for him and pulling him down to me.
    His mouth fused to mine, our tongues intertwining as he pushed my thighs apart. The thick head of his cock probed at my entrance and a tremor shot through me.
    He eased in slow, the width and length of him stretching my body. Too long. He was both too thick and too long, and God it had been ages since I’d done this. Digging my fingernails into his back, I groaned as he slid all the way home.
    “Jessie,” he croaked. “Damn, woman, you feel good.” We didn’t move for a moment, just got used to the feel of one another. His heart thumped against my breast, and then he slowly started to move inside me.
    The sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room—wet, slippery sounds. He leaned down, catching one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking on it. I cried out, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts and holding his head to me.
    Faster and deeper, he rode me and everything went kind of fuzzy in my head. Pleasure tingled from every spot where our bodies touched. I started crying his name, digging my nails into the tattoo on his arm and twisting my head on the pillow. He moved his hand between my legs and rubbed my clit, sending me flying over the edge.
    He groaned and thrust deep, staying there as he came.
    The lights in my head finally faded, and I was sure my heart would fly out of my chest because it pumped so hard.
    Josh stopped supporting himself with his arms, and his body came down on mine in a heavy, yummy way.
    He kissed the side of my neck and then took a long, ragged breath in. “Wow,” was the only word I could utter.
    “No shit.” He laughed and stayed on me for a while. Our hearts—I could feel his against my chest—seemed in sync.
    Finally he slid off me. “Want to shower with me before we go to work?”
    “But you just showered.” I sat up. “Wait, work? Already?”
    “You still have to work, baby.” He took my hand and pulled me off the couch. “I figured I’d put you to work down at Fisherman’s Feast. Under the table of course. We don’t have to fill out forms or anything.”
    Oh God. My accountant side was cringing.
    “Umm, okay.” I bit my lower lip. “But I do like that idea of a shower.”
    “Then follow me.” His gaze grew downright naughty. “I get to do the soaping.”
    “Better be lavender scented!” I joked with a grin, and at his puzzled look realized I’d completely missed his innuendo.
    Crap . I so needed to get better at this.

Chapter Six
    Fisherman’s Feast was packed. But then, being the local hangout on a Friday night, that made sense. As soon as we arrived, Josh gave me an apron with cartoon crabs on it, and took me to the back to teach me how to prep the fish and chips.
    I turned on the radio—one of the perks of being in the back—and sang along with The Eagles as I went to work. After an hour, my fingers were numb from dipping the freshly cut fish in the cold beer batter and