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Even during sex I’m the lights off kind of girl.”
    Josh folded his arms across his chest and ran his gaze over my body. “I like your curves. And I’ll like them even better out of that dress.”
    Jeez, when he put it that way… I fumbled for the zipper on the side of my dress and then shimmied out of it, letting it pool at my feet. And then there I stood before him in my black bra, panties, and three-inch heels.
    “Damn.” He pushed a hand through his hair as appreciation flashed in his eyes.
    Swallowing hard, I lowered my focus to his jeans and saw the strain of his erection at the crotch. He really thought I was hot! This was fabulous.
    Maybe I could talk him out of the dishes and just give him a blowjob. Hell, that looked like a pretty sizeable package in his pants, and I wouldn’t mind getting a sneak peek. Even though I was being funny in my head, there was some truth to it.
    I was going to sleep with him, I realized. I wanted him too bad. I’d never been in lust before, and at thirty-one, I’d be a fool not to experiment with it. To hell with tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. Technically, I still belonged to him in the morning.
    Swiping my tongue across my lips, I took a step toward him.
    “Not yet. If you touch me then we won’t be leaving the bedroom the rest of the night.”
    “And that’s a problem how?”
    He grinned. “Because I can convince you to have sex with me at any point, but I may not be so lucky in convincing you to clean my house.”
    “Awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?” I grumbled. “And you’re determined to get your money’s worth with me.”
    “Damn right. I hate to clean.”
    It wasn’t such a hardship actually. I didn’t mind the cleaning. And, well, he’d paid a grand for me. I loved remembering that fact. Me, Jessie Davis, the old goods, had sold for the highest amount in the island’s history. Turning around, I flipped on the faucet and smiled.
    “Maybe having you take your dress off wasn’t such a good idea.” His voice was tight.
    I looked over my shoulder as the sink began to fill with suds. His gaze rested on my thong-covered ass, and he looked quite turned on. Feeling deliciously naughty, I wiggled my butt at him and then turned back to do the dishes.
    “I’m going to run to the store,” he said, and my smile widened when he quickly left the room.
    A half hour later, his kitchen sparkled from my cleaning and I had started organizing the clutter around the house. My pulse took off when Josh returned carrying a brown grocery sack.
    “So what did you buy?” I peered over a stack of sports magazines I carried before setting them in a neat pile on a table.
    “Food, wine, stuff.” He unloaded some things into the fridge and then turned to look at me. “You are so fucking hot. I hope you realize that.”
    My jaw dropped a bit. How did I respond to that? No, I always thought I was rather plain. But then I’d just look pathetic. Which only left me with, “Thank you.”
    He nodded. “I was chopping firewood earlier and worked up a sweat. I’m gonna go hit the shower. I’ll be out in a few.”
    “Oh. All right.” The vision of him naked with water running over him flitted through my mind and I swallowed hard. “I’ll, um, just keep cleaning.”
    “Thanks, baby.” He didn’t head straight to the bathroom, but came over to me first. He cupped my bottom, kneading the flesh.
    “Josh…” I closed my eyes as his mouth lowered to mine. He angled his head and swept his tongue inside. The fingers on my ass moved inward and then down. He stroked my cleft from behind, pushing a finger into my wet center, and I groaned.
    He lifted his head, taking an unsteady breath. “I think I’d better make that shower a cold one.”
    A bit disappointed, I sighed and watched him walk to the back of the house and barricade himself in the bathroom.
    Get back to cleaning, Cinderella. And you can start with your dirty mind.
    Grinning, I returned to attack more of the