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Service Recall - Phaze Fantasies I
Now needing that drink, Duke raised his hand to open the refrigerator door but caught how dirty and
greasy his hand had become. He turned to the sink but found no soap. Plus he had shut the water off.
He stepped out into the main living room and looked down the hallway. He could probably find the
bathroom really quick without bothering Carla. Duke strolled down the hall, the floor creaking at each
step over the hardwood floors.
God, the things he would do to this house. He would break down walls and open it up, build a good-size
patio, expand the porch, make the house into a real, livable showplace instead of a place to retire.
At the first doorway on the left, Duke turned into it. He had been right about his assumption. He'd found
the bathroom, a bright, yellow room with a colorful, busy wallpaper filled with flowers and cats on it. Even
a garish mustard yellow tile covered the floor.
What he didn't expect to find was Carla standing in it wearing only her shorts. Her back was to him so all
he saw was her bare back and a slight side view of her breast.
"Oh God! I'm so sorry." Duke turned around. He was sure his face turned every shade of red because
he felt every range of heat burning it. "I didn't mean to walk in on you."
Glancing back at her, he watched Carla gasp and cover her chest while keeping her back to him.
"I just wanted to wash my hands." Duke felt silly for explaining his decision to barge in on her now. He
just needed to go. "Sorry. I'm so sorry."
God, please don't sue me, or worse, call the police!
"Wait!"
Did Carla just say wait? Hearing the word put implications in Duke's head, engorging his penis.
Although he stepped outside of the door, he did look inside to face her. What he didn't expect was to
see Carla pivot.
The world stood still. The slight hum of the air conditioning unit drowned out as Duke focused his full
attention on Carla.
Her hands still covered her chest for a moment. Then she dropped them. As hard as he fought it, Duke
finally let his gaze drop.
Beautiful. Carla had great, full breasts with dark chocolate areolas and big nipples he wanted to have in
his mouth. She had a real woman's body. Nice flat stomach, hips that swelled out fully and those
incredibly long legs.
Leave, man. Just get out.
His mind begged him to go but his feet remained cemented at his spot. The pounding of his heart
sounded in his head. Duke had to swallow to coat his dry throat.
Carla shook her head and covered her breasts again. "What the hell am I doing? I must be crazy. You
must think I'm crazy." She turned away from him. "I just…God…I---"
Duke didn't wait for an explanation. His body wouldn't let him. In three big steps, he stormed to her, his
feet stomping over the small tile floor that didn't match the walls.
When he brought his hand up to cup her cheek to kiss her, two things became readily apparent: he still
needed to wash his hands and he had the ring he found in it.
"I don't want to touch you with my hands like this." He set the ring on the counter, something she must
have caught.
Before he could wash his hands, she stepped in front of him, sitting on the counter with her legs around
him. "That's what soap and shampoo are for."
Not wasting any time, she snaked her hand to the back of his head, brought his head down and planted
a kiss on him that buckled his knees. Her tongue slid into his mouth and he melted. Who knew a simple
call to clear a drain would result in this exquisite treatment?
Planting his hands on the counter next to her body to prevent himself from touching her skin, Duke
leaned into the kiss, matching his intensity with hers. Carla tightened her legs around his, sliding them
up and down. Her free hand gripped his t-shirt at his shoulder as though needing to stay him in his
spot. Godzilla couldn't budge him from where he stood.
Carla kissed down his cheek to his neck. Duke tilted his head back, loving this feeling of being needed.
He hadn't had that in a long time.
She pulled his shirt out of jeans. "Touch me," she demanded in a growl.
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