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before Patrick had taken the dog for his daily walk. Only… he hadn't imagined his lover jumping into things so fast. Or maybe it was just fate fucking with them. Either way, he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
    Holding his towel, he took the stairs two at a time, ignoring the smudges of dirt on the polished stairs. His inner neat-freak wanted him to stop and wipe the floor clean, but lust rode him hard, right beside nerves and just behind anticipation.
    He didn't find her on the second floor, a quick look into the spare bedrooms and office revealed that she'd been there, but wasn't there now. Again he bounded up the stairs. The third floor only held the master suite. Oh. Shit. He stopped at the top of the stairs and begged his dick to soften, willed his heart rate to slow.
    Years. Years of listening to tales of Gina's antics, humor and unrelenting loyalty had him feeling emotions that he wasn't sure were justified just yet. At least, he didn't think she'd believe him if he ran in with a raging hard on and words of love and shit. Okay, it probably wasn't love, but it was definitely lust with a big heaping helping of like. Yeah, lots and lots of like. He stared down at his cock, straining against the weight of the towel wrapped around his waist. About eight inches of solid, nail pounding, like.
    Daniel closed his eyes and tipped back his head. He took a deep cleansing breath and shook off the lust riding him like a damned bronco and straightened his shoulders. He could do this. He could be the nice amenable guy that takes care of the girl without any sexual overtones. Yeah. This, this he could do. He swallowed past the lump in his throat and stepped into the bedroom. He heard their guest tinkering in the bathroom and assumed she was looking for first aid supplies. He wasn't going to tell her that they had some in the kitchen downstairs. Not when he had her so close to a bed and… No. Not going there. Not yet anyway.
    Attention focused on the bathroom door, he slipped into a pair of loose-fitting shorts. His cock, still half-hard, caught on the elastic and he wondered for a moment if he should slip on a pair of briefs to help keep the Big Man Below restrained. A muffled curse reached his ears and he decided against any further clothing. Gina sounded as if she were in pain and here he was, wondering how best to handle his dick. Asshole.
    He strode toward the open bathroom door and stepped over the threshold only to be pole-axed by the vision before him. Gina, all curves, spit and fire, was sitting on the bathroom counter, legs forming a V that left her completely open to his gaze. One leg dangled and bounced against the cabinets while the other foot was resting on the counter, pressed against her ass on the smooth granite beneath her. And she wasn't wearing panties or knickers or underwear, or whatever the fuck you called the damned material that should have been hiding her most intimate place from his view. Nope, the most perfectly constructed woman in the world was propped open, pink and slick and damned if he didn't want to sink to his knees in front of her. He wanted to make a meal of her pussy, gorge himself on her for as long as she let him.
    Gina's attention was focused on her leg and while she seemed oblivious to his presence, he decided to look his fill. Perverted? Absolutely. He'd proudly state his status as the Perverts Club President if it meant he could stare at this woman. Her kinky, curly black hair hung like a curtain, shielding her face from his view. Good thing there was a lot more of her he could look at for now. The dress she wore clung to her curves, outlining the generous swell of her breasts, the curve of her stomach and flare of her hips. When his gaze landed on her lush thighs, his perusal ended. Damn. That tree Andy had chased her up did a number on the skin of her thighs and here he was…
    "Enjoying the view?"
    Her deep voice had him wrenching his eyes from the V of her thighs to the