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strong, muscular thighs, he sat up brusquely and made his way to the shower. He set the water to a cool temperature hoping it would stave off his horniness, but it was ineffective. He closed his eyes tightly, rested one hand against the shower wall for support and began to stroke himself slowly as the cool water cascaded down his shoulders and back.
    You have the most amazing molars…
    He gripped his thick shaft tighter and picked up the pace. A deep groan escaped his throat as he leaned into the wall, his face hidden in the crook of his arm.
    It just so happens that I admire all of your teeth, but it’s your ass I want …
    Oh, how he wan ted her ass, too; to fuck and punish it like she deserved. He squeezed tighter yet as he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, his climax building rapidly with images of Lilliana invading his brain.
    You just don't know when to stop, do you?
    He would prove to her he wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied and had his way with her. That mouth, those eyes, those magnificent tits and stunning ass … He grunted, threw his head back and his hot load burst forth. Tucker stroked the remaining bit of his cum out, all the while imagining the brown-haired beauty licking at the head of his cock and savoring every last drop his manliness.
    Soon… very soon… he sighed.
     

Chapter 4
    A full two weeks had passed since Lilliana had heard from Tucker. She was surprised, frankly, that he hadn’t attempted to get in contact with her sooner and she began to wonder if he had lost all interest in her. What she meant was - her land. Oh, hell. Who did she think she was kidding? There was a tiny part of her that had liked that Tucker was interested in bedding her.
    Despite his absence, her life was no better for it. The other realtors had slowly started making their way not only to her home, but to her place of business and she was being inundated with business cards left on her doorstep and windshield of her Karmann Ghia.  Overwhelmed and with no one to talk to, Lilliana wished Margo were around more than ever.
    O ut of curiosity, she had spoken with a land appraiser to see exactly what kind of investment she was sitting on. Also, to gauge the amount of taxes she was going to be burdened with by owning so much land. She was dazed and shaken when the man called to inform her that that the 112 acres of waterfront property that Margo had gifted her with were worth almost three million dollars. Her stomach churned at the thought of being responsible for such an asset. How would she ever be able to pay the taxes, her student loan, and the mortgage she was still paying on her condo back in Kansas? On her meager salary, and until the sale went through on the condo, it would be near impossible. She briefly contemplated giving up three meals a day just make it happen but decided that probably wouldn’t make a difference anyway.
    The gifted land was turning out to be more of a nuisance than a boon. Now her nights were restless, and her stress level was nearing a high-point in her life. Except for when she had lost her mother and Margo, this was the worst thing to ever happen to her. Not even her divorce and the humiliation that came with it compared to the thought of having to give up her family’s land.
    After her miserable shift at work from worrying about her financial responsibilities to Uncle Sam, she walked out of her office building to see Tucker sitting on the hood of her car. Each time she laid eyes on him, the pull was stronger. She wanted to be annoyed, but the way he was resting casually and looking around, she found it hard to be angry with him. At least he hadn’t been hounding her like all the other realtors. He looked handsome in his dark blue business suit that was complemented by her orange car. His jacket was opened, his tie loosened and his slightly long, dark wavy hair was blowing in the light breeze. When she approached, he stood up. The way Tucker’s slacks hung sexy and low on his hips,