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“Cody, you don’t have to say things you don’t mean. I’m already here and practically naked.” Tillie scoffed with a forced chuckle.

I stepped forward, crowding her against the sink, then snatched her hand and pressed it against the front of my pants. I didn’t want her to think for a second that I didn’t want her. I wanted her more than I wanted my next breath. But I wanted more than just her body. I wanted her heart. I wanted her smiles and her sighs. And I definitely wanted her pleasure. I was just trying to be a gentleman and treat her right.

“That’s …”

“All because of you. Don’t you dare think I don’t want to bend you over the counter and sink balls deep inside your pretty pink pussy right now, because Tillie, I’m hanging by a thread,” I growled.

“Then why ...?”

“Why am I keeping my pants buckled? Because you’ve had a hard day and you’re exhausted. I’m trying to be a better man and take care of you,” I told her, ignoring the way my balls tingled.

She muttered something under her breath as she hooked her fingers in the sides of her panties and slid them down her legs.

I caught her chin between my fingers. “What did you say?” I demanded.

Tillie wasn’t afraid of me. Something that was sexier than her heaving tits that were pressed against me.

She pulled herself to her full height and looked me dead in the eye. “I said, if you really wanted to take care of me, you’d fuck me until I can’t walk straight.”

Tillie was playing with fire. “Be careful what you wish for,” I replied arrogantly, throwing her own words back at her. Then I dipped my head and captured her lips. When she moaned, I snaked my tongue into her mouth, tasting her.

She broke the kiss and stepped back. There was a wet patch on the front of my jeans, and I didn’t even care. Woman made me crazy, and I didn’t care if she knew it.

Throwing a glance back over her shoulder, Tillie stepped into the bathtub and sank below the bubbles, moaning as she went.

“Fuck!” I swore, scrubbing a hand down my face.

“There’s plenty of room. You could join me,” Tillie offered as her tits floated, taunting me with a glimpse of her creamy skin.

I was a breath away from stripping down and doing just that. She was far too tempting for her own good.

Then, like the miracle I needed, my phone’s alarm sounded, interrupting the moment. I dug my phone from my pocket and silenced it.

“I need to check on dinner,” I explained, sliding it back in.

“I’ll just wait here then,” Tillie murmured, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. She was a fucking vision. One I knew I’d be using as material for my spank bank on those lonely nights when she wasn’t warming my bed.

“You’re a minx,” I accused, bending down and kissing the top of her head.

“Yeah, but you love it,” she replied as a sleepy grin stretched across her face.

“Fuck yeah, I do,” I agreed, not bothering to lie.

I turned and headed for the door. I almost made it before Tillie called out. I spun on my heel to see her sitting up, water beading down her chest.

“Before. In the truck. You said coffee and bacon were two out of your three favorite foods,” she recalled.

I folded my arms across my chest, knowing exactly where this was heading. “Yeah.”

“I’m curious.”

“That’s dangerous.”

“Could be.”

“Ask your question, Tillie,” I prompted.

“If they’re two out of three, what’s the third?”