“I never want to breathe in the smell of varnish again as long as I live.” The roof and the siding had been replaced, the new bathrooms added, the interior walls patched and given a fresh coat of paint, and the kitchen had undergone a major renovation. The main staircase had been the last job, and now it was finished. Luke grinned as he took her in his arms. “Guess we won’t ever be able to talk you into helping out on our other jobs then, huh?” “Not a chance,” she declared, though if Luke were to kiss her continuously, she might consider it. She had come to disagree with Derrick’s insistence that Ty was the best kisser. Ty might have been one of the most kind, loving, dependable men she’d ever met, and though he probably did kiss as well as Don Juan, she absolutely adored her wild Indian’s kisses. And her blond surfer dude’s. “We need to celebrate,” Ty said, wrapping his arms around both of them, his groin nestled against her butt. Swinging her hips, Angelica brushed back and forth across the stiff rod tucked in his pants, then paused in her exploration of Luke’s lips.
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