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I looked up at Myles, raising an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just come with me.”

I let him lead me inside. He pulled the back door shut and looked at me.

I opened my mouth to speak, but he leaned forward and kissed me hard.

All of the heat inside me flared up.

I’d wanted to lay into him about not calling me, but now he was here, and kissing me, and I was already wet for him.

I let one hand drop down to the front of his trunks.

He was rock-hard already.

His hips bucked against my hand. I felt him moan against my mouth.

I moaned back.

He slid one hand under my shirt, up my stomach to cup my breast in his hand.

I wanted him to fuck me right here, on the kitchen counter. Or the floor, even. I didn’t care, as long as I could get him inside me fast.

He pushed my bra up, his fingers immediately closing around one nipple. He squeezed, and I shifted closer.

“Please,” I whispered.

“Don’t worry.”

I wasn’t worried.

He knew what I wanted.

And clearly, he wanted it just as bad.

I pulled at the laces of his trunks, eager to get them down. I wanted his cock in my hand, my mouth, my—

“Hey, boss?”

Shit.

Eric.

Myles and I jerked apart, both whipping around to face the door.

Eric stood there staring at us. “Oh. Did I interrupt? Sorry, boss, I thought—”

“Are you done?” Myles said, his voice practically a growl.

Eric nodded.

Myles said, “Clean up your stuff and go wait in the van.”

“Uh, okay. Sure.” Eric turned and shuffled off.

Myles shook his head. “He’s not the sharpest, but he does a good job with the pools.”

“He seems okay.”

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