” And again he left, my eyes lingering on his broad shoulders and the muscles of his wide, smooth back. I sighed as he left my sight. From the kitch...n came the metallic bangs, the watery susurrus, and the wooden scrapes of a chef preparing his mise en place. I fidgeted impatiently, waiting for that familiar ring.The culinary cacophony concluded. Moments later, the tablet jingled, accompanied by John’s face and a notice that he wanted to Facetime. I accepted and waited for him to appear.“Hello. .. lemme show you what it looks like now."She rolled up the plans and slipped them back in the cardboard tube. Alex then led me into the house. It really did need a lot of work. The hardwood floors were scratched and abused from years of neglect. They needed to be sanded, stained, and polished. At one point, the house had previously been remodeled in the '50s, because all the interior walls were done in the lath and plaster fashion before sheetrock had come into common use.Alex wanted none of. I hastily made my way to the front door, yanked it open and fell into his arms, even as he let his briefcase fall to the floor. We kissed passionately, my breasts enjoying some relief as they were crushed against the familiar warmth of his body. We came up for air and I moaned, then I began to pant desperately as I hung on to his neck for dear life, the weight-sustaining power of my knees having long surrendered to the greater power of my desire to be entirely at his mercy.Strengthen me with. He told me that I have a body to lust for and he loves the way my body feels against his. Mine being soft and voluptuous and his rock hard. Then, he replaced his hands with his mouth on my breasts. The way he was sucking and kissing them made me want him more. His hands were on my butt, squeezing and massaging it. I looked under the covers to see Galen moving his lips down to my soft belly. My moans slowly turned into passion-filled screams. My hands were feeling his head. I could feel his.