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door, his large body almost blocking out the sun. 
    “Well, hello to you, too.”  I step back so he can enter trying with great difficulty to still the muscles in my belly that jumped the minute my eyes locked with his.  This is going to be the longest day of my life. 
    I give myself permission to stare.  To take in everything about him.  He looks basically the same as I remember, only bigger.  Same deep, dark brown eyes, almost black at times.  Same cocky grin.  Maybe a few inches taller.  Definitely well-over six foot.  But the things that have changed about him are magnificent. 
    Delicious.
    Yummy.
    Mouth-watering.
    I swallow and rub my damp hands on my shorts.  Deep in my belly, excitement flickers to life.
    His shoulders are wide.  As spectacular as any football player I’ve ever seen.  His pecs are lip-smacking bunches of muscles that are only emphasized by his standard grey cotton buttoned-down work shirt.  His biceps are massive, stretching the material at his sleeves and accentuating their thickness.  Narrow waist, flat stomach, lean hips, and an ass to die for. 
    I feel light-headed.  It’s either from the lack of cool air or the immense heat he brought into my condo with his hot body.
    “Toby?”
    A slow wicked grin widens his very kissable mouth.  “The one and only.”
    I drag in one breath after the other as I struggle to speak.  “Wow.”
    His brow lifts appreciatively.  “Ditto.”  His eyes travel over my thin cotton tank and short shorts. 
    I cross my arms over my chest.  A defensive gesture, but also to hide my turgid nipples.  I grin.  “Another Daddyism ?”
    He groans at his corniness.  “Yeah.”
    “Damn, Toby.”  I shake my head back and forth in slow arcs.  “You sure grew up nice.”
    He didn’t waste any time telling me how good he must have thought I looked, his hands curled around my upper arms and pulled me up on my tiptoes as his mouth captures mine, barely leashing his desire.
    Tongues, teeth, lips all smash together.  Saliva swaps from his mouth to mine and back again in the erotic exchange.  My teeth nip at his bottom lip, biting down, eliciting a deep groan from his throat just as I draw the firm yet pillowy softness of that same lip deep into my mouth and suck. 
    “Do it, Toby,” I whisper against his mouth.  “Fuck me.  Please.”  I know I’m begging, but I feel so desperate, so needy, so horny.  And he’s so fuckable .  So larger than life hot.  Fantasy land, make my pussy drip in two seconds flat hot.  I nearly laugh as the thought enters my head, God, I am a fucking slut. 
    He lifts me up with very little effort with those gorgeous muscles.  My legs wrap around his waist as he carries me to the couch and sits me on the arm. 
    My fingers make quick work of the buttons running down his shirt.  I run my fingers over the ridges of his abs, up over the delicious swells of his pecs that make the spit in my mouth dry up, over his large rounded shoulders and push his shirt down his arms. 
    Leaning forward, I run my tongue from his left nipple, down the carved valley that separates the two halves of his torso until reaching his belly button and thrust the pointed tip of my tongue in and out before swirling it round and round. 
    “You’re delicious.”  My forehead falls forward against the solid wall of his stomach. 
    “I’m sweaty,” he growls.
    “Marinated in delicious manliness, is more like it.”  My tongue flicks out to gather some more of his salty goodness.
    “God that’s so hot.”  He leans back and pushes me forward.  I fall back against the cushions.  My hips still lifted high in the air by the arm of the couch. 
    His large hands grip my hips with his strong fingers.  He leans down and runs his nose up and down my crotch, inhaling the tang of my arousal.
    Putting his fingers in the waistband of my shorts, he tugs them over my hips and tosses them on the floor.  His big hands slide between my legs