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kissed me.
    The kiss was harder this time as he thrust his tongue fast and deep between my lips. His fingers moved inside my thong and he tugged on the curls that shielded my sex, before tracing the cleft with one finger. Getting me hotter, wetter, but not sinking in yet.
    I grabbed his shoulders, digging my nails into his shirt. He laughed, and then pushed his finger deep inside me. Gasping, I let my head fall back against the cupboard.
    “Mmm, you feel real good. Slick and warm.” He sucked my earlobe again and I moaned, growing even wetter. “Like you can’t wait to have my cock inside you. Am I right?”
    Yes! He was totally right. Which was a little bit skeevy, because he’d only been back in my life for an hour, and here I was ready to sleep with him.
    The rational side of me came marching back. Could I really throw all my inhibitions aside to have sex with a man who’d just dropped a grand for me?
    Jeez, he has long, talented fingers.
    Maybe I was acting out a hooker fantasy. Like Pretty Woman . Sort of? Okay, not really.
    “Josh.” I hesitated. “I don’t know if I’m ready for all this yet.”
    “You’re right, I’m rushing you…” His smile turned sly. “What about just this part?” He moved his thumb in slow circles against my clit and it became harder to breathe as my hips rocked against him.
    “Just this?” The words came out on a squeak. “Oh…”
    “I want to watch you come. I want to feel you on my fingers as you orgasm.” He pushed a second finger inside me, fucking me slowly with both as his thumb continued to tease my sensitive nub.
    The pleasure built until we were cocooned in sensation and a soundtrack of soft moans—his and mine.
    I leaned into him, stretching on my tiptoes and clutching his shoulders. He pressed down hard on my clit and sunk his fingers to the hilt and I came with a ragged gasp. My calves tightened and my sex clenched around his fingers as the shudders ripped through my body.
    “That’s it, baby.” He stayed with me, moving his thumb slowly again, easing me down from my peak until I fell back, limp against the counter.
    He pulled his fingers from my body, adjusted my panties, and then lowered my dress back down my thighs. He lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked one that had been inside me.
    “Later,” he promised. “I’m going to enjoy tasting you this way.”
    “Josh.” I brought my arms around his neck and practically started to purr. “I haven’t had a non-battery-operated orgasm since… God, I don’t know how long. I stopped counting months ago. Thank you.”
    His smile was intimate, sexy, and wicked. “I’m going to enjoy breaking you in again, then.”
    Giggling I leaned up to press a quick kiss on his mouth. “So what do we do now?”
    “You—” his hands moved down to my ass and squeezed, “—get to do my dishes.”
    My giddiness and the post-orgasm grin slipped a little. “Do the dishes? What?”
    “Yes. And then you can vacuum the house.” He tweaked my nose. “And while you’re at it, how about making that pie your granny promised.”
    “You want me to clean? And…bake?”
    “Baby, I paid a thousand bucks for you. Haven’t you done this auction thing before? I get to do whatever I want with you for twenty-four hours.”
    My lower lip jutted in a pout, and I wanted to kick myself for not letting him whisk me off to the bedroom for sex. Sex or dishes? Utter fail.
    “No, this is my first auction. But you’re right, it’s all part of the bargain.” I groaned and slid out from under his arm and went to investigate the damage in the sink.
    “One more thing, Jessie.”
    Turning around, I raised an eyebrow in question.
    His voice got husky. “I’d like you to do the housework in your bra and panties.”

Chapter Five
    Heat rushed to my cheeks, even as the idea of it seemed a bit naughty and exciting. Then again, he hadn’t yet seen the cellulite on my ass.
    “I’m not sure you want me to walk around almost naked.