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“I will. I promise. Is the fire marshal going to come and get me?”

“I can’t tell if you’re serious or not.”

“I’m totally serious. I didn’t mean to break any laws!”

I yanked his chair closer with my foot, and he yelped. “I think we can work something out,” I said, pulling him over to straddle my lap. “I’m sure you can make it up to me.”

He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and kissed me, his tongue dipping in and tangling with mine in a slow dance. Soon he was grinding against me, I had my hands full of his ass, and I was fully awake. I wasn’t even feeling the aches and pains from the night before.

“I think I should tuck you in for that nap, now,” he said, climbing off my lap and pulling me up by the hand. “You really need your rest.”

I had my hands in his trunks by the time we got to the bedroom door.

“I need it. The rest. Of your clothes off.”

Francis faked like he was annoyed. “Fine,” he groaned, stepping out of his trunks. “I guess I’ll let you have your wicked way with me, Fire Boy. Are you going to be this randy after every shift?”

“I’m this randy anytime I see you, speak to you, touch you. I crave you all the time, baby.”

I pushed him gently onto his stomach and lust whacked me upside the head as he crawled across the bed, looking at me over his shoulder, his ass on display, and that delectable curve to his spine.

“So, you’re saying I light your fire?”

I rested my hands on my hips and looked up at the ceiling. “I should have expected that.”

“Mm-hm. You should always expect it if we’re going to be burning up the sheets.”

“Oh, God. Look,” I said, straddling his thighs and grabbing his hips. “You’re not going to douse my flames with your bad jokes, but if you keep it up, I’ll have no choice but to…”

“Fuck! Kendall!”

It was a gamble, but I figured if I put my tongue to work on him, I could distract him from his terrible fire jokes. I loved them, I loved everything that came out of his mouth, but I knew we didn’t have all day, and I’d rather have him squirming underneath me, begging for more, than more of his witty retorts.

It didn’t take long till I got what I wanted.

CHAPTER

SEVENTEEN

Francis

Kendall was the kind of lover I’d never dreamed existed. He wasn’t pushy or arrogant, he didn’t try to control me, and he encouraged me to take what I wanted. Being intimate with him was like a kid running full bore into a playground with all the best equipment. So many decisions, and all of them led to pleasure beyond my wildest fantasies. I rode the seesaw. I went down on the slippery slide over and over again. I pumped my legs like I was on the swing set, climbing higher and higher before leaping into a stratospheric orgasm.

Kendall held me carefully through it all with those big, solid hands of his, and the expression on his face let me know that he enjoyed every second.

“Can I… will you… on your back?”

I climbed off him and lay on my back, reaching for him.

“Can you go a little longer?”

“Yes,” I said. “You’re so good to me. Do what you want. I’m okay.”

He lifted my right leg and placed my ankle on his shoulder. “You’re so gorgeous. I love your legs.” He kissed my calf and nuzzled the skin behind my knee, causing me to arch up off the bed. “I’ll be careful.”

“You’re always so careful with me.” I smiled up at him and stretched my arms over my head. “I know I’m in good hands with you.”

He moaned as he entered me and gave me long, slow strokes as he continued to lick and suck the skin on my leg, my ankle, the arch of my foot, and when he sucked my toe into his mouth I discovered that, yes, I did indeed have erogenous zones I wasn’t aware of. I hadn’t really thought of feet as gross, but I also hadn’t imagined how good that could feel.