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But mostly off of Lucia.

THOCK.

Her ass –

THOCK.

Her going topless with her arm over her chest –

THOCK.

Her huge eyes –

THOCK –

The cylinder split down the middle into two pieces.

Even in the cool air, I was beginning to sweat, so I peeled off my flannel and set it on the nearest cross-section of oak.

When I turned around, Lucia was walking towards me from the house. She was wearing the jacket I’d bought her, which up until now had been in her JanSport.

I was not happy to see her.

“I’ll be done in a few minutes,” I told her.

“Okay,” she said – and still kept coming closer.

“There’s nothing you can do out here.”

“I can watch you. There’s not exactly a whole lot of other entertainment to be had.” She folded her arms across her chest and leaned against the barn wall. “Don’t let me stop you, mountain man.”

I glowered at her but didn’t say anything.

Then I put one half of the split wood on a bigger cross-section and continued my task.

THOCK.

THOCK.

THOCK.

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Lucia

I was pulling my jacket out of my backpack when I heard the first thock of the ax.

I looked over idly through the window into the backyard –

And immediately felt a little tingle between my legs.

Massimo was an asshole, yes.

He’d endangered me while claiming he was saving me, yes.

But…

He was also fucking hot.