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“I didn’t mean to knock you over. I needed to cool off, or I was going to hurl all over you.” I stand and brush my ass off.

“How’s your head?” He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Never had any complaints before.” His eyes travel down my body as he licks his lips, and I don’t feel the need to clarify his actions this time.

“Good to know. But if I had a dollar for every time a man claimed to know how to find a g-spot, I’d be rich.” He stretches out his arm, grabs a bar of soap off a ledge, and starts lathering up his hands.

I lean against the side of the house and blatantly watch the show.

Diego is better than any porn I’ve ever watched, and I’m two seconds away from joining him under that water cause, boy, are my thoughts turning ultra dirty.

“Hannah?” I meet his eyes as he finally turns his body to give me a full frontal.

Sweet mother of God.

Tattoos, abs, a delicious V, and piercings fill my vision to the point that I’m not sure where to look next. He’s an amusement park and I want to take a turn on all the rides. I swallow hard as I watch the soap bubbles roll and pop down his torso.

I’m fucking jealous of bubbles.

“I have a secret,” He starts to talk as his hand drifts down his abs.

“I’ll say,” his laughter fills my ears, but my eyes stay with that wandering hand.

“We’ve known each other a long time.” I nod and lick my lips when he grabs his shaft.

“Five years or so.” I agree as he strokes his cock, soaping it up.

“Longer,” his words echo around me, and I couldn’t agree more.

His cock is getting longer the more he cleans it.

“Mmhmm,” he turns around, and I blink.

I feel drunk. Did his cock hypnotize me?

“We’ve known each other longer than that. Do you remember the first time we met?” He rinses off and wraps a towel around his hips that I immediately want to rip off him.

“Sure. It was right after my interview at the hospital when Dick introduced us.” He smirks at my calling Dr. Prichett Dick but shakes his head.

“No, that wasn’t the first time. I was shocked when I saw you again. You even commented on the look on my face.” I nod at the memory.

“I said you looked like you’d seen a ghost.” He had gotten so pale, and his hand was clammy when we shook.

“That’s because I had. You were a ghost of my past. The best night of my life, actually.” I frown and cross my arms.

“What are you talking about?” He points at his back door.

“Come inside a moment. I want to show you something.” I nod and follow him in feeling very confused.

“How hard did you hit your head? You’re acting strange.” He turns on a light, revealing an industrial kitchen that is drool-worthy.

“You could film the entire Food Network in here.” I look up at the ceiling that has to be thirty feet up.

My voice echoes off the wall, and I cringe.

“I want to show you something. Promise not to run until I explain. Just wait here, ok?” I nod and look around when he disappears.

My cell phone starts to ring, and I frown when the music is amplified in the hollowed-sounding room.

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