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didn’t know any better I would have sworn he was checking out my ass. I sniffed a laugh at my own stupidity.
    Yeah right.
    After I put the towels in the dryer, I began to prepare the appetizers. The party was still two hours away but I wanted an excuse to be in the same room with BJ. So as I cooked, he rummaged under the sink. Neither of us said anything. It was oddly domestic and comfortable. Though I wished I could come up with something clever to talk about. My mind was blank every time I noticed BJ, looking all sexy and manly with his wrench or whatever the hell tool it was.
    I shook my head irritably at myself as I carried the food trays into the dining room. He was only here to fix my leaking pipes. And not the one starting in my tighty-whities.
    “Jeesh, you’re such a moron,” I muttered under my breath. Bristling, I turned to head back into the kitchen and stopped dead.
    BJ was reclining in my doorway, his shoulder against the door jam. His hip jutted out and to the side, displaying the rather sizable bump in the front of his jeans to my hungry gaze. Tan hairy arms were crossed over his chest. The red ball cap was still backwards and that sideways grin was back. I wondered how long he had been watching me. Had he heard me talking to myself?
    Oh my god, I was such a dork!
    “All done, Sam,” he said before slowly heading into the kitchen.
    I allowed myself the pleasure of staring at his ass as I followed after him, feeling a bit like an eager puppy on his heels. His movements were like liquid sex and it made my dick grow a bit. I joined him by the sink, my pulse thumping, but I tried to act natural. “That was faster than I thought.”
    BJ turned on the faucet, gesturing beneath the sink in a Vanna White move that had me chuckling. “Easy fix,” he said, turning off the water.
    I sniffed a laugh. “For you maybe.”
    BJ bent down to gather up his tools and his gaze flitted over the front of my sweats. I almost grinned until I realized my dick was poking out like a pop tent.Shit! I had a boner and BJ noticed!
    Cheeks on fire, I hastily moved to the other side of the kitchen island. Dammit, what the hell was wrong with me? I willed my erection away but it was impossible with BJ bending over like that. Showing off that succulent ass.
    To mask my embarrassment, I picked up a washcloth and wiped down the spotless counter-top. But my eyes kept betraying me by darting back to BJ’s ass while he cleaned up. I had to swallow a few times so I didn’t drool watching him move.
    BJ closed the sink doors then turned to face me. I looked away at once, cheeks burning.
    Double shit! He’d caught me staring at his ass!
    I scrubbed at the non-existent stain on the counter harder, my face in flames.
    “You’re nervous, Sam.”
    I jumped.
    BJ was right beside me. So close I could feel the heat from his body. Smell the PVC glue he had used and the manly hint of his sweat. I stared up at him, powerless to look away. My throat was too tight to speak, not that I was brave enough to try.
    “First party in the new house?”
    I managed a breathless chuckle. “That obvious?”
    BJ set his toolbox on the counter, the move bringing him just a tad closer. I sucked in a tiny breath.
    “You seem really stressed out.”
    “Maybe a little…”
    “I know the perfect way to relax, Sam,” he told me conversationally, running his long index finger on the edge of the granite counter. The gesture seemed lewd and suggestive.
    I swallowed hard and looked back up at him. “You do?”
    He was smiling at me. “Mmm, hmm.”
    I wasn’t so clueless that I couldn’t pick up on the change in his demeanor. The heavy look in his eyes and the sudden roughness of his breathing. My pulse skipped and the blood flooding my face decided to take the long trip south to alert another part of my anatomy that BJ might be interested in checking out more than just the plumbing under my sink.
    “Like what?” My voice cracked like a pubescent boy.
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