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“What are you doing?”
“Famous ex-fiancé horny assholes can clean too,” he says, and in five minutes, he has my kitchen tidy.
He noses around.
My bathroom is spotless. I’m a stickler for clean in there. And my bedroom? The door is closed. He’ll have to step over my dead body to get in there.
“Where’s your vacuum?”
He’s standing over me, blocking the light from the ceiling fan.
And my heart stops.
I love it when he wears his hair down like that. It’s six inches past his shoulders and my weakness. I used to get off grabbing fists full of it when his face was buried in my pussy.
Okay, maybe I’m buzzing.
“If you’re gonna keep being my maid,”—I crunch more candies—“you have to put on a sexy outfit first.”
“If you insist.”
His T-shirt is off faster than I can protest. And holy hell, I’d sell my soul. Today at the pool and now tonight standing before me?
Redix Dean is sexual oxygen.
I need to fuck him right now to stay alive.
And he’s giving it, looking down at me the same way.
“If you’re gonna boss me around, Candy Cade”—he flops his hair over—“sit back and enjoy it with a smile.”
I lean back, spreading my thighs.
“Men telling me to smile become my next target practice. The ones who call me ‘Candy Cade,’ I hit them first.”
That makes him laugh again, his abs flexing in front of me like a dozen hard-glazed donuts I’m gonna lick.
God, he’s beautiful like this. Happy. Flirting and being sweet.
This is the one I fell in love with.
He doesn’t wait for my answer. Nosing more around my place, he opens two closets until he finds my vacuum.
Just to egg him on, I lift my phone and record the sight.
How much will TMZ pay for Redix Dean vacuuming shirtless with his faded jeans barely hanging from his perfect ass? Thousands because he won’t stop smiling at me like he loves the attention.
My pussy loves it too.
Talking over the vacuum, he asks what music I’m into now. I share my favorites. He shares his and the books he’s been reading. He asks about my dad. They have a powerful bond, part of the past he won’t talk about.
He lifts the ottoman like it’s dollhouse furniture, vacuuming under it. “How often do you get to see him?”
“We fish when we can. Other than that, he’s running dolphin tours off Tybee and Daufuskie.” I shout over the vacuum. “What about your mom? Who’s she dating now?”
The drama of Redix’s mom and her boyfriends is not his favorite topic, but he used to open up to me about it.
“She’s got a new one. Renie likes him. She said he’s not such an asshole to her.”
