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“You okay?” He asked.
Catching myself, I exhaled and nodded.
“I’m good. Just a little tired, I suppose.” I answered. “Didn’t get much sleep last night because I have this book?—”
“We can do the tour tomorrow.”
“Nope.” I lifted my chin and smiled at him. “Tomorrow is your rest day before you have to dive in. We’re doing it today. It’s not like we’ll be doing anything strenuous. The tour will be from the car.”
He smirked at me.
“Come eat.” I told him.
“Yes, Ma’am”
Blushing, I shook my head and fell into one of the chairs.
As we ate, Trucker and I talked about his life—more like, about his work.
Apparently, being a firefighter was all he was good at.
I definitely didn’t think that was true.
Though I wanted to clean up after lunch, he sent me off to get ready while he washed up.
As he started in on the dishes, I stood at the doorway and secretly watched him move around the space as if he was born to it.
There was something very sexy about a man who knew his way about domestic labour and held no shame about it.
But mostly I was looking at his ass—those perfectly, muscular cheeks painted into those jeans as if they were destined to be there.
Whoever said there was no such thing as perfection was an idiot.
Mayson “Trucker” Calhoune was as perfect as perfect could get.
Not wanting to seem like a perverted old lady, I held my breath and ran through the foyer and up the stairs to my bedroom.
There, I took a moment to catch my breath before trying to even think of doing anything. When I had my vagina somewhat under control, I gathered an outfit—blue jeans and a white boyfriend tee.
I took great pains to ensure my bra and panties matched, then wandered into the bathroom for a quick shower. Usually, I played music while I was in the tub. But the songs I wanted to play then would definitely tell Mr. Ass-That-Won’t-Quit that I was horny.
Ponyby Ginuwine.
I exhaled after holding my breath for far too long.
Playby Jaremi Carey
Devilby Wonho,
Ponyby Genuine.
Singularityby V.
I exhaled.
Yeah—we’ll just skip the music for this round.
Finally dressed, I dragged a brush through my hair and finger-combed it out of my face before tying it up in a high ponytail.
