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warned me about boys. They just want one thing.”
    “Did she warn you about firemen?” He kissed the tip of her nose.
    She giggled. “I know they handle some powerful hoses.”
    “You’re on your way to becoming a probie, then. You handle my uh…hose pretty well.”
    “Probie?” She bobbed her eyebrows. “That sounds dirty.”
    “I’ll do the probing around here.”
    “Find ’em hot, leave ’em wet?”
    “I like you wet. First, we should shower.”
    Eric pulled her into the tiny bathroom, which was full of steam before they made their way into the bathtub to stand under the spray. He scrubbed her back; then she turned around to soap up his chest. By the time they rinsed off the last of the soap bubbles, he had her pressed up against the sliding glass door. “So you’ll slide down my pole?”
    “I hear the hotter it is, the faster you guys come.”
    “As long as you come too.”
    He ducked his head and took her eager nipple into his mouth, tugging on it the way he knew she liked. He drank the water from her skin, now floral scented like her body wash. Damn. He’d left the condoms in the other room. He’d have to be content with touching her for now. When he used his teeth to gently worry her nipple, she squealed.
    “Oh! Christ.” At first he thought he’d hurt her, but then he realized that the water had turned cold. Joanne scrambled out of the tub, leaving him to shut the faucet off and brace himself in the shower opening.
    She stood dripping on the bath mat, a huge towel wrapped around her arms and covering her to mid-thigh.
    “Wimp.”
    She didn’t hesitate to nod her agreement. “I hate cold showers. The water heater went out last month, and it took the landlord two weeks to replace it.” She shuddered and looked around the tiny bathroom. “There are a lot of things I won’t miss about this place.”
    “You’re really moving out? Not even going to try to find a new job first?”
    She shook her head. “Most of my stuff is in storage already. My lease expires at the end of the month, and I’d already told my landlord that I was moving out. Of course, the plan was to move in with Andrew, not my brother.”
    That explained the sparse furnishings. He took the towel she handed him, and rubbed himself dry, trying not to wonder about this Andrew guy. She towel-dried her hair, and he watched every move. Her tits jiggled, and a drop of water clung stubbornly between them. Eric stepped out of the tub licking his lips.
    Pounding on the front door froze him in his tracks.
    “Joanne? Are you in there?”
    Joanne only smiled impishly. “He said he’d come by and help me move the rest of my things today.” Eric’s mind was still on her ex, but she opened the bathroom door to shout through, “Yeah, I’m home, Kevin. In the shower. Just a sec.” She grabbed her bathrobe from the hook behind the door and grinned. “I guess he came by early knowing I had a rough night. He probably thought I’d have a nice hangover and hoped to make me miserable. You know how he is. Hang on, I’ll bring you your clothes.” She left him standing buck naked in the middle of her bathroom.
    “Shit.”
    She thought he was one of her brother’s friends. He should have come clean before now. Rather than explaining himself to her, he’d have to do it in front of her brother as well.
    I promise courage to face and conquer my fears.
    She tossed his clothes onto the toilet tank.
    “Wait.” He grabbed her wrist before she could leave. “I need to tell you…”
    “Don’t worry. I think Kevin knows you’re here. I’m sure he recognized your truck outside.”
    “But—”
    She stopped him with a quick kiss. “Don’t worry.” And she closed the door between them.
    He opened it again to go after her, but she was halfway to the door and talking to her brother through it.
    He closed the bathroom door just as she opened the other, or Kevin’s first impression would have been a full frontal.
    “Where’s your car?”