They stayed there for a moment, panting, before Matt pulled her back to him, and she wrapped her rubbery arms and legs around him once more as tightly as she could. “Oh, my Lord,” she gasped into his neck. “Oh, my Lord.”
“Uh-huh,” he gasped back. “Uh-huh.”
As Gina wobbled over toward the long couch, Sam tossed aprons at his friends and started making dinner.
There was something both ridiculous and incredibly sexy about those three men putting on aprons that did nothing to cover their lean, chiseled bodies, especially from her side view. They almost looked more naked. Jim and Matt gave Sam s**t about putting them on, but immediately pitched in at the counter.
Admiring the display, Gina grabbed her bag, cleaned herself off a bit, pulled her panties back on, and collapsed into the couch.
