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they looked hollowed out. His carpenter jeans were slung low on those lean hips. He turned his red ball cap backwards and crouched down low, his thighs stretching the fabric of his jeans.
    When he popped his head under the sink, the hem of his shirt inched upwards. I sucked in my breath.
    Everyone made jokes about “plumber’s crack” but never before had I seen a plumber’s crack this fine. My dick swelled instantly and heat washed over my flesh at the sudden peek-a-boo of round ass cheeks above his waistband.
    Oh dear lord, I did not need this kinda distraction today!
    Skippy flailed a bit, bringing me out of my lust filled trance. Hastily, I set the dog on the floor and he raced over to the plumber, sniffing and prancing around as if the man were a giant plaything brought into the house just for him.
    BJ didn’t seem to mind my spastic dog. “You gonna help me fix the sink, little guy?”
    I bit my lip to stifle a whimper. Was there anything sexier than a man baby-talking a dog?
    After he ruffled Skippy’s fur, BJ turned his attention to the sink. I stood four feet behind him, leaning on the kitchen island. He was on his knees but if he turned around his face would be on level with my crotch. That realization forced into my mind the vision of this man giving me a taste of his namesake. I swallowed the sudden, painful lump in my throat.
    “The gaskets are old on the main line, that’s why she blew. Looks like you need a new trap, too, Sam.” BJ’s head was under the sink and his voice sounded muffled.
    “Um, okay,” I said, not having any idea what that meant.
    “Don’t worry. I’ll have this fixed before your guests arrive,” he told me, opening the tool box.
    “Guests?” I repeated dumbly.
    He grinned, a shock of white on a tan face. “You’re having a party, aren’t you?”
    I looked behind me at the carefully arranged platters and wine glasses on the island. I chuckled at myself. “Um, yeah. Just my luck this had to happen today, huh?”
    “You get ready for your party and I’ll get this all taken care of. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”
    Yeah, easier said than done with such a hot hunk of man-flesh in my kitchen.
    With a sigh, I left to retrieve the towels from the dryer.
    Skippy had disemboweled one of his toys and was happily squeaking and shredding to his heart’s content. But that wasn’t what made me freeze in my tracks when I returned to the kitchen.
    Heat suffused my groin at the sight of the deliciously displayed backside in front of me. BJ was kneeling, his head and shoulders inside the sink cabinet. His knees were apart and his back arched down so I had a clear view between his legs. The denim was pulled tight and the seam separated his balls, one on either side. My throat went dry, and I stared, wishing more than anything I could touch him. Run my fingers down his spine to the crack of his ass. Though in my fantasy, he was naked and his balls were hanging down, ripe for my mouth.
    Oblivious of my return, BJ sat back on his haunches, and reached into his toolbox.
    I quickly looked away before he noticed me staring at his balls like some horny pervert. Then I swapped the wet towels for the dry ones in my arms.
    Get a grip.
    BJ grinned over at me. “This made quite a mess.”
    “Oh, uh, yeah,” I stuttered, sounding like a complete and total dip-shit.
    “Don’t worry I won’t be here for your party,” he assured me.
    I couldn’t help feeling a pang of regret that it was true. Insanely, I thought about inviting him. Was that lame? You didn’t invite your plumber to your dinner party, did you? He probably had a date anyways. A man as good-looking as him always had plans on Saturday night. If I said anything about my party, BJ and whatever big-breasted bimbo he was going out with would have a good laugh about some gay dude hitting on him.
    As I dried the floor, I suddenly felt like I was being watched. When I glanced at BJ he averted his eyes almost immediately. If I