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“What are you doing?” He grabs my wrist.
“Thanking you properly.” I shake his hold off and massage his crotch.
Groaning, he twitches, and I pop the top button of his jeans.
“Daph.”
I plunge my hand into his jeans, skimming under his boxer briefs, and grasp his thick shaft.
“Careful. It’s libel to go off.” He croaks.
“Good.” I tighten my hold on him and stroke up.
“Let’s see if it’s as big as I remember.” I tug down the zipper and shove his pants and boxers around his hips. Neatly groomed, his cock is thick and veined with a reddening tip. Twisting my hand, I increase my speed and marvel as he stretches to nine inches. His grunts of pleasure fuel my own. I rub my thumb over his tip, gathering his slick.
“Feels so good.”
“You like that?” I swipe across his tip again, and I tighten my hold.
He bucks up into my hold. “Just like that.”
His slit spills tiny pearls as his eyes burn with blue fire as I find a rhythm. “That’s a good girl. You like having my cock in your hand?”
Shit.“Yes.” Leaning down, I spit, adding lubrication as I quicken my peace. His hips snap forward as he chases my hand, and our eyes lock.
“I want to see you come apart for me, Cowboy. To know I’m the one making you feel good.”
“Yes, only you.” He nods, and the reverent expression goes straight to my head. I’m giddy off the power he’s allowing me to have. I gush into my panties, ruining them as he bites his lips.
“I’m almost there.”
“Yes. Come for me, Cowboy.” His cock jumps in my hand. New tips his head back and roars. Peering down, I watch, entranced as he spurts a thick white stream onto his stomach. It rolls down his stiff length, coating my hand and rolling onto my wrist.
“If that’s how you thank me, I’ll build you something daily,” he pants.
I snicker, and we both find ourselves laughing. Come covered and shaking with mirth; it’s as if the sun has come out to shine through the clouds. This man from my past who once acted as the catalyst for leaving has renewed my waning hope. Maybe it isn’t too late to haveeverythingI’ve long dreamed about.
“I should clean up. Gael and Law should be coming in soon to head to our first job of the day.”
“Are you working on this in your spare time?”
“Yeah.” Stripping off his shirt, he reveals his washboard abs, and I try not to drool. “I couldn’t let another company do this transition. But we are fully booked. A nice problem to have, mind you.”
“Come here.” He cleans my hand and wrist before wiping away the mess on his stomach.
“We all keep a change of clothes here. You never know what you’re going to run into in the shop or how disgusting you might get. That’s why Dad added a shower in the bathroom originally.”
“Smart man.”
“He was.” He gestures toward the office, and I follow him to the back, where the boys have a small locker. Pulling out a laundry bag, he pitches the t-shirt in and grabs another white t-shirt. Moving to a small kitchenette in the back of the room, he washes his hands, and I follow his lead.
“New! You’re never going to believe this.” A masculine voice calls.
“Hello to you too, Gael,” New calls as he shakes his head. Grabbing a green and black flannel, he leads me toward the door as Gael bursts in waving a newspaper. “Oh.” He stops.
“I showed her the finished bookcase I’d been working on.”
“That makes sense.” Gael clears his throat.
