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slowly buffed the fruit's bright red skin on the section of tank top hugging her full breasts.
    Rico was captivated by the sight of her nipples tightening into little points. As big as she was, he was surprised that she could go braless. They were probably fake, but he didn't care.
    "Wanna bite?" she asked, holding out the apple.
    With a level of self-control he hadn't known he possessed, he dragged his eyes away from her tits. He had to get rid of her before he exploded. "No. Thanks. I, uh, don't mean to be rude, but I was on my way out. I, uh, have an appointment."
    Selena pouted prettily, but he moved to open the door for her to leave. She took a big bite of the apple and sauntered toward him. "Are you always off on Mondays?"
    Her question threw him. "No. My days off change every couple of months. I got switched to Sunday-Monday last week. Why?"
    "No reason. I was only thinking if you got bored sitting around the house while Teri's painting, we might catch a movie together... or maybe do something more... active , like tennis. I have a lot of... leisure time."
    He knew he was going to regret it eventually, but he had no choice. "I don't think so, Selena. It wouldn't be a very good idea."
    She shrugged and stepped out the door. "Suit yourself."
    Rico waited until her car was out of sight, then bounded up the stairs to Teri's studio.
    * * *
    Teri was mixing a shade of reddish-brown that refused to come out right when the door flew open. She twisted her head around but remained on the stool in front of her easel. "Rico? What's wrong?" A moment later he was behind her. Capturing her head in his hands, he tilted her backward and kissed her hard on the mouth. She made a whimpering sound and he freed her. "Rico!" His hands slipped under her smock as he nibbled her earlobe. "Will you stop? I'm up to my elbows in paint."
    "You won't need your hands for what I have in mind." His fingers found her nipples and squeezed as he pressed himself against Teri's back. "I kept thinking about how good you were last night. Little Ricky doesn't want to wait till later to crawl back inside that hot little snatch of yours."
    Teri's stomach clenched, but she refrained from shoving him away as she wanted to. A million years ago his dirty talk titillated her. Now she could only think of how crude it was. Why couldn't he have grown up, too? "Please don't, Rico. Not now. I've got this color exactly right and I want to use it before it gets too dry."
    He kept nuzzling her neck while one hand slid down and squeezed between her thighs. "No problem. I'm too horny to make it last very long, anyway."
    What in heaven's name had gotten him this turned on? "I'd rather not stop at all. Besides, I think I may have an infection." She felt him tense, but he didn't withdraw his hands. "It might only be an irritation. You know how much we've been at it these last couple weeks. But I think I should see the doctor before I take a chance of infecting you."
    He wasn't giving up that easy. Rubbing himself against her again, he murmured in her ear, "I like your mouth just as much. C'mon, mama. Your baby needs you."
    Yesterday, she would have granted his request. Yesterday, she hadn't known what he really needed from her. Not only would he never get another penny from her, she wasn't going to let him use her any other way either... ever again. She took a deep breath and straightened her spine. "I am not in the mood."
    That finally got him to back away. "Sorry I bothered you." She saw his gaze move to the day bed on the other side of the room. "You used to like it when I was spontaneous. That was the reason we put that thing up here to begin with. Now I guess it's only another one of your props. And you wonder why I think you love your paintings more than your flesh-and-blood husband.
    "You know, we talked a lot about compromises in the last few weeks. I promised not to complain when there was no dinner ready, that I'd try to understand about, what'd you call it? Oh, yeah,