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less about some sticky sweat.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling the slippery water, and gave him a good kiss.
    His hands moved to my waist and held me tightly. “That’s right. You’re into that…” He kept his voice low, but the smile on his face was obvious.
    “So? You got a problem with that?”
    “No,” he said quickly. “Definitely not.” He rubbed his nose against mine.
    I pulled away when I realized we were being too affectionate. “Hello, Andrew. Have a good workout?”
    “We pumped some serious metal.” He flexed his biceps, and I was surprised to see the cut muscle there. I only saw him in polo shirts or suits.
    “Wow. You’re rocking, Dad.”
    He winked. “I’m a sexy stud.”
    “No arguments there.”
    Sean eyed me. “Back off, baby.”
    I smirked, loving to tease my husband.
    “I’m going to shower,” Sean announced.
    “Okay. We’re having guests for dinner.”
    Sean groaned. “Are we an inn and breakfast too?”
    “Behave,” I said.
    “Wh en I come home from work after a long day, I want to spend time with my wife.”
    “And you will.”
    “Who is it?” he asked.
    “My brother and Janice.”
    He cringed.
    “What’s wrong with them?” Andrew said. “They’re a hoot.”
    Sean narrowed his eyes. “So we have to deal with their drama all night?”
    “You don’t think they’ve dealt with our drama all year?” I countered.
    Sean rolled his eyes.
    “Ryan needs help with this. I thought if we had dinner together, it would soften Janice a little bit.”
    “Or we could just stay out of their business,” Sean jabbed.
    I glared at him. “Looks like someone isn’t getting any hanky-panky tonight.”
    Andrew snickered. “Good job, son.”
    Sean sighed. “Fine. I’ll get ready now.”
    Andrew cracked an imaginary whip. “Whoop- ish!”
    “What was that?” Sean asked.
    “The crack of a whip,” Andrew answered.
    “You’re one to talk about being pussy whipped.” Sean headed up the stairs and Andrew followed him. I rolled my eyes and got back to work fixing dinner.
    Sean was the first one to come downstairs. He grabbed a beer from the fridge then sipped it while he leaned against the counter. He stared at my ass while I finished the cheese on the lasagna.
    “Are you going to help or just stare?”
    “Just stare.” He drank from his beer.
    I smirked then finished my project.
    “I like that apron.”
    “Your dad got it for me.” It had a picture of a fish with whiskers.
    He came behind me, his erection against my ass. “I’d love to see you in just the apron.”
    I leaned my head back against his shoulder. “I’m too busy right now.”
    “Too busy to please your husband?”
    “Yep.”
    He growled in my ear.
    “But I’m your s when everyone leaves.”
    “Are you kidding me? No one ever really leaves.” He kissed my neck then cupped my breast, squeezing it.
    I let his lips linger on my skin while my hands became immobile. It was hard to resist him when he felt so good. His hand moved up my dress then shifted it up. I knew what would happen next. “Sean, your dad is going to be here any second?”
    “What happened to that adventurous side of you?” he whispered into my ear. “Just let me take a dip. I won’t be long.”
    “It’s different…” I sounded weak to my own ears.
    He pulled my underwear over then lifted my leg on the counter. “It’ll be quick.”
    “Sean, no…”
    “God, that was pathetic.” He adjusted his pants so his cock was hanging out. I felt his tip enter inside me. Then I was lost.
    He gripped my hips then moved into me slowly, making as little noise as possible. For some reason, the possibility of getting caught made me more aroused. I gripped the counter and rocked back into him, feeling his long length slide in and out. He gripped my neck and pressed his mouth to my ear, whispering nasty things to me. I crumbled as soon as we began.
    “ Shh,” he whispered. “Be quiet, baby.”
    That was like asking someone not