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probably quit before I get stuck in this mud.”
    She climbed
out of the trench she’d dug for her design and walked over to him. He
immediately wiped some mud off her cheek.
    “Do I look
really awful?” she asked, trying to get her hair out of her eyes. She
eventually gave up, knowing she was making her appearance look a whole lot
worse.
    “No,
well, just muddy.”
    She wiped her
face, but sensed it was smeared with more mud.
    “I came to
see if you want to go for a coffee to help me celebrate.”
    “Sure, but
what are we celebrating?”
    “You’re
looking at the new dog trainer for Pet Warehouse.”
    She didn’t
think twice about making him just as muddy as she was. She threw her arms
around him and gave him a hug.
    “Okay, you
want to follow me home? I’ll take a quick shower, and then we can go to
Mabel’s?” she asked.
    “Sounds like
a plan to me.”
    ****
    Jake rested
his butt against the counter as he ate one of the leftover maple pecan cupcakes
from the previous day. At this rate he’d need to jog twice a day. Gen had
headed into the bathroom about five minutes ago and told him she wouldn’t be
long.
    She’d looked
just as good covered in mud. The rain had also made her hair turn a little
frizzy. He was sure she hated that, but he thought it was sexy.
    He reached
for a second cupcake when he heard her cell phone ring. She’d left it by her
appointment book in the kitchen. Jake thought about answering it for her, but
decided maybe he shouldn’t. However, she must have heard it too because she
headed into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around her body.
    Jake
swallowed the piece of cupcake still in his mouth before he choked on it. His
heartbeat picked up speed, blood rushed to his groin, and his cock grew hard.
The towel barely met at the front so there was a tiny gap revealing some of her
belly and pubic hair.
    She answered
the phone, and he couldn’t stop staring and fantasizing about taking her right
here, right now in the kitchen. Tugging off that towel,
picking her up, placing her bottom on the countertop, parting her legs, and
sliding deep within her.
    He wiped his
brow. He had to get his mind out of the gutter, but Gen stirred up something
almost primitive in him. There was something about her that brought out the
male in him. He hoped she didn’t mind what he felt almost compelled to do. Jake
crept up behind her and ran his pinkie over her right shoulder. She turned her
head and smiled but didn’t turn her body. She kept on talking. Jake took it one
step further and ran his lips along the same trail, and then back the other
way, dragging his tongue along her skin until he reached the nape of her neck.
    Gen didn’t
move, not one inch, but kept on talking. He wrapped his arms around her,
kissing the side of her neck, his hands now roaming under the towel, feeling
first her breasts, and their very tight and hard nipples. Next he touched her
flat belly, and as he pushed south, her pubic hair tickled his palms. She told
whoever was on the other end that she had to go because something urgent had
come up.
    Yeah, my dick. He almost laughed.
    “Is this how
you celebrate?” she asked.
    He kissed the
side of her neck again. “I guess you could call it that. There’s something
about a lady with a towel wrapped around her.”
    “I should
warn you that I’m very dirty.”
    They both
laughed. “I’m glad to hear that,” said Jake.
    “I’ve cleaned
off most of the mud but do you want to come help me wash off the rest?”
    Jake stepped
away from her. He pulled away the towel, looking down at her back and bottom,
and seeing for the first time that she had a tattoo just above her crack. He
hadn’t seen that the other night. Well, when they’d had sex she’d been on her
back, so he couldn’t have.
    “Lead the
way,” he said.
    He followed
behind her, keeping his eye not only on the tattoo that looked like a rose or
something like it but on the way her ass cheeks bounced with each step.
    Gen