“A lot.” Noah’s two hampers overflowed with white uniform tops in one and black uniform pants in the other.
She ducked her head into the bathroom and giggled. The bathroom was decked out—soaking tub, double shower, double sinks. “Wow, how long have you lived here?”
“Four years.”
“Have you ever used the shower for two?”
“No.”
“Ever had sex in here?”
“No.”
She spun around. “What? You went four years without sex?”
“No. It was two years, but the sex wasn’t here.”
“How is that possible? You could have snapped your fingers the first day in the HQ hallway and I’d have willingly stripped naked in your office.”
Noah’s face would have been comical if his words weren’t thick with lust. “Thank God, I didn’t know that.”
“Or if you’d stolen that kiss at the yoga studio, you could have had me on top of the water bottles.” She danced back to him, setting her bag on the floor.
“Erin, we’ll never finish the tour this way.”
“So what?” She stepped out of her jeans, letting him stare at her in her transparent bra and thong set.
“I—I… the… tour.” Noah crooked one finger on her elbow, careful not to touch her more than that, trying to look anywhere but at her.
“This is my home office.” He showed her a room on the opposite side of the hall containing a large desk with a huge bookshelf behind it and a daybed. This room had the spotless Fire Chief style she’d expected.
“Nice office. Seems like a nice place to roleplay my HQ hallway fantasy.” Her sexy suggestion froze because she did a double take. “Is that a framed and signed picture of Leonard Nimoy?”
“Yes,” Noah answered, his face bright red.
“I always imagined you as more of a Jedi guy, but I can see Spock.”
“’Logic is the beginning of wisdom, not the end.’”
“’The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.’ And wow. You are the perfect combo of sexy and geeky. Do you have more pictures?” She started to unbuckle his belt and got on her knees.
“More pictures?” Noah moaned as she traced his hard on through his underwear. “I might have framed pictures of every crew of the Enterprise in the mancave.”
Erin ran her mouth over the warm cotton, testing his resolve. “Tell me about the other guest room.”
“What guest room?” Noah’s hands came to rest on her head.
Erin snagged her thumbs on his pants and briefs and pushed them downward until they met the resistance from his stiff penis. She got up, leaving him panting. “Guess the tour’s up to me.”
Prancing down the hallway and rolling her hips, she counted off. “Guest bath, guest bedroom… and back to the hot tub.”
The poor man had such a hangdog expression now, pupils blown. She pushed him against the wall of the kitchen. Noah shivered under her hands as she finished removing his shirt and pants. “You’re killing me.”
“Kind of the point.” Erin used one hand to tease the tip of his cock.
Suddenly she was lifted up and pressed against the cool glass door leading out to the hot tub. “Is this turnabout for convincing you to come here?”
His bare cock pressed against her already wet slit. “Not really. I mostly want to drive you wild so you’ll let me take the house’s virginity.”
