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Within minutes of the luxury vehicles disappearing from the estate, I knocked on Lance’s door.

“Come in,” his seductive voice beckoned.

Excited from the mere invitation, I sashayed in the cottage. Lance stood by an unusually luxurious chair, which looked halfway assembled. The furniture’s beauty would have blown my mind, if Lance hadn’t blown it first.

Once again, the man was shirtless and donned a pair of dungarees that hugged him perfectly. His chest was so broad that it went on forever. His muscles resembled big, bronzed cantaloupes. His abs formed a path, which pointed down to his succulent treasure. His face looked so handsome and kissable that I wondered if I dreamed it. On top of it all, I became addicted to the way Lance stared at me. It was as if I was beyond beautiful and exquisitely rare.

“That’s a lovely piece of furniture you’ve created there,” I said, snapping out of my trance and walking toward him. As I stepped, I couldn’t miss the way his eyes traveled over every inch of me. I wore a pastel pink terry cloth short set designed to raise temperatures. 

“I’m glad you like this.” Lance’s large fingers fumbled along the frame of the black, lacquer seat. “This is a one of a kind piece.”

“You’re very talented.” I stopped directly in front of Lance and looked up into his eyes. Sparkling, they were full of fire. “This is a nice business you have.”

His mouth curved up into a boyish grin. “Thank you. This type of work is my passion. I could do it for hours and hours.”

“Interesting,” I commented. I wondered what else could he do that long.

Because tools and supplies scattered on the brown, velvet sofa, Lance and I sat on the floor in front of the mantle. With ease, we became acquainted. I learned that he loved suspense movies, island travel, Italian food, art collection, saunas, water skiing, and many other activities, which I loved too. We talked endlessly. Time became lost. Sexual tension grew thick.

When Lance reached across and touched my hand, my heart raced from that alone. “I like talking to you, Deja. I feel like I’ve known you a long time.”

“I like talking to you, too.”

“There’s something else I like, too.” His thumb drew circles in my palm.

I tingled. “What?”

“There is something between us. I know you feel it.”

“Yes, I do.”

“And I know you want to feel me, too, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I raised my hand to his cheek and caressed its smoothness.

His eyes closed and opened as I touched him. “Baby, I want to feel you, too.”

Lance brought that handsome face toward me. He sealed my body in those massive arms and kissed my lips. The dizzying bliss that took possession of me couldn’t be described, only felt. Entangling my tongue with Lance’s, I became adrift in an erotic high that I never wanted to end.