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angle.”
    “Me too.” Blake lifted his shoulders off the bed and his mouth latched onto her left nipple.
    That extra sensation encouraged her to move faster. She couldn’t get enough height to let his cock slide out of her completely.
    His hips bumped up as hers slammed down. He switched back and forth between her breasts, alternating little nips of his teeth with suckling kisses. They built a rhythm that left them both gasping. Blake rolled down on his back.
    “You all right?”
    “I’m great. Almost there.” He closed his eyes. “Sorry this isn’t lasting long. But you got me all kinds of worked up.”
    “I like you all kinds of worked up.”
    “Work me. Squeeze me with your pussy. Like that. Oh, man.”
    She rested her palms on Blake’s pecs, changing the angle so he could pump his hips harder.
    “Damn. Here it…” The rest of his sentence was lost on a long, deep moan.
    Willow’s release was a pulsing counterpoint to Blake’s. Sweet. Hot. Perfect. Feeling light-headed, she slumped forward on his chest.
    His big, rough hands roamed up and down her back. He seemed content just to touch her and hold her. And she was content to let him.
    After a while, Blake murmured, “You asleep?”
    “No. But you are a comfy mattress.”
    “You can sleep on me like this anytime, sunshine.”
    “I might take you up on that. But for now,” she levered herself upright, “I need to brush my teeth.”
    “I brought an extra toothbrush. You’re welcome to use it.”
    She smiled. “You really are a Boy Scout, aren’t you, Blake West?”
    “No. But if it turns you on, I’ll take it.” He watched as she scooted back and his cock slid out.
    “I need to go home and get a change of clothes. Grab my tools so I can fix the dents in the wall. That’s part of my rehabilitation, right?”
    “Yeah.”
    Silence.
    Ask him to come with you.
    No, that’ll seem needy.
    But shouting his name as you came for the third time…isn’t?
    “What’s goin’ on in that clever head of yours?”
    Willow sighed. “Look, I don’t know if you have anything else planned, or if you want to come with me to my place or not.” Part of her didn’t want to look just in case Blake wore a polite expression of refusal.
    Chicken.
    She lifted her head.
    And there was that glorious smile. “I’d love to get your tools with you, Willow. But sweet darlin’, first you gotta get off mine.”

Chapter Five
    Blake wasn’t surprised Willow drove an enormous Ford Dually F-350 diesel pickup. Although he suspected she’d bought the biggest one as compensation.
    The interior left no doubt this was a working truck. Mud covered floormats. Dust coated the dashboard. Papers, food wrappers and empty Styrofoam coffee cups were overflowing between the bucket seats. An extra coat, a pair of coveralls, scuffed boots and a CD case were stuffed behind her seat.
    “You don’t keep your tools in your toolbox?” Blake asked pointing to the oversized fancy silver toolbox in the truckbed.
    “Some of them. But the trowel and Sheetrock mud are in the garage unless I’m helping with drywall.”
    “Does Gregory Construction do much drywall? Or do you focus in other areas?”
    “My end is mostly residential. Dad deals with the commercial side. We stick pretty much to the tri-county area. It’s kept us busy in the past, but with the economy in the toilet, it’s been slow.”
    Willow waved at a young woman crossing the street as they stopped at a stoplight.
    “What area of carpentry is your specialty?”
    “Anything my dad didn’t want to do he passed off on me.”
    He laughed.
    “Which means I get the brunt of the remodel work.”
    “You don’t like remodeling?”
    “I hated it at first, especially after coming home from a long day and having to live in my own remodel chaos. Now that my house is done, it doesn’t bug me so much.” Willow shot him a sideways glance. “What about you? What kind of place do you have in Sundance?”
    “I’m renting a house.