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  “I’m going to make you come so good, you’ll want to reciprocate,” she whispers with a sultry tone.

  I hold back my laughter because I’m not pissing her off right before she puts my dick anywhere near her teeth. I don’t want to burst her bubble, but I’ve had blow jobs by some of the best in the business. Girls who don’t only enjoy giving head, but professionals who could take every inch of me down their throat without shedding a single tear. “Just put it in your mouth. Less talk, more tongue,” I demand.

  She leans forward, guided by my hand, and licks her lips before pushing the tip over her velvety soft tongue.

  Reaching up with her slender fingers, she cups my balls, massaging them as my cock starts to go from limp to semihard in her mouth. Threading my fingers in her hair, I press her face into my groin, my almost erect cock going down her throat with the motion.

  She presses against my thigh, pulling her head away, trying not to choke.

  “For fuck’s sake, Clive, let me get used to it before you go ramming your cock down my throat!”

  “Sorry, babe, your mouth is so warm, and I’m eager to come. I didn’t get a chance to earlier today before your daughter barged in on us.”

  I am fully erect now as she reaches up, stroking my cock with her skillful fingers, and takes me back into her mouth. I place my hands on her head again and start to buck my hips, trying to force my cock as deep as I can into her tight mouth. Her hand has a tight grip on my shaft, stopping me from being able to shove it down her throat again.

  My thoughts turn to her daughter’s tits in the pool. I know I shouldn’t be envisioning this, but she was a sweet sight. I start to fuck Rose’s face with purpose, pretending I am fucking Tara’s smart mouth.

  Rose’s strokes start to become quicker, alternating between rubbing the head of my cock then sucking it. My legs begin to quake as I can feel myself approaching an orgasm.

  “Come on, Rose, take that cock deep into your mouth,” I moan.

  She complies, removing her hands from my cock, and places them behind her back, allowing me to fuck her mouth at my own pace and depth. Hell yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about.

  Flashes of Tara’s mouth wrapping around my erection bring me to the brink of coming. I reach for my cock, chasing my release, and start stroking the shaft while fucking Rose’s pretty, stretched mouth, sending me over the edge, my knees weaken, and I come in her mouth.

  She swallows everything I give her and licks the head clean, and it was a fucking lot. Standing up, she moves to unbutton her jeans. When I place my hand over hers to stop her, she glares at me. “But I thought…”

  “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.” Her mouth falls open as I speak, but I continue. “I didn’t invite you over. You showed up at my door looking for some cock. I gave it to you, and now…” I point to the door. “We’re done.”

  Her eyes widen as anger flashes across her face. “You’re not being serious.”

  “I am,” I deadpan.

  “Well, I…” Her cheeks redden the same way they did after I about fucked her to death yesterday. “Clive…”

  “We’re done here,” I tell her as I grab her T-shirt off the floor where she dropped it. “Don’t drop by without calling next time.”

  She rips the shirt from my hand with a huff. “I thought you were different,” she says behind the damp cotton material as she pulls it over her face.

  “I’m a man, Rose. We’re all the same.” I grunt at her, unable to suppress my smile.

  “All a bunch of selfish pricks. Each and every one of you.” She fists her hands at her sides.

  I can’t argue with her. At this moment, with her before me, I sure as fuck am. I shrug it off. I’m not going to apologize for my actions when I didn’t ask her to come here in the first place.

  When I don’t reply, she says, “You’re fired.”

  I cross my arms, still naked, and wonder if I should give a fuck about being kicked off her job. Rose is a special brand of crazy that I want to distance myself from in a hot minute. When I don’t respond to her threat, she turns on her heels and pulls the door open.

  “Rose,” I call out before she has a chance to make her grand exit.

  She turns and she looks hopeful for a second, but I’m about to kill any hope she has. “Thanks for the blow job. You were great.”

  She stomps out, her high heels clacking against the wet pavement, and slams the door. The picture on the wall rattles from the force. For a small woman, she sure has a lot of strength, especially when she’s pissed. Batshit crazy bitch.

  I grab the towel and make my way toward the bathroom. I should call Hunter and tell him what happened. I’m not worried about being fired, but I don’t know if they want to put another person on her job. Whoever gets to finish her remodel is an unlucky motherfucker.

  After getting dressed, I explain everything to Hunter in under two minutes, and he’s silent for a few seconds. “Say that again,” he says because it does sound like a load of bullshit.

  “She showed up at my place, expecting me to fuck her, but she sucked me off. When I wouldn’t do the same, she fired me.” I shortened the story the second time because I wasn’t about to go over the whole thing again.

  “How did she know where you live?”

  “Fuck if I know, man.” It’s a question I wondered about too, but I didn’t bother to ask. I didn’t want to engage with her any more than I had to, especially after I came.

  “How much more did you have left?”

  “I just had to finish painting her lanai. Everything else was done.”

  He sighs. “I’ll finish it and offer her a discount.”

  I collapse onto my couch and kick my feet up on the coffee table. “Why?” The crazy bitch doesn’t deserve money back. Not only did I do a spectacular job, but I made her come multiple times. I think she’s the one who should be paying us extra, not getting money back.

  “Just to keep the peace, man. Maybe she won’t be an issue if I end the job with a little bonus.”

  I snort to myself. “The only bonus she wants is to be fucked,” I tell him as fair warning. When she shows up at his door too, he won’t be able to say I didn’t warn him.

  “Not happening. Anyway, come to the office in the morning, and we’ll get you a new job.”

  “You got it, boss.”

  “Night, fucker,” he says before hanging up.

  I toss the phone next to me and relax back into the couch cushions. Flipping through the channels, I land on one of the movie channels, and Fatal Attraction is on. It gives me chills and hits a little too close to home after Rose just dropped by. I click to the next channel and settle on watching a bunch of men wrangling crabs, not a batshit crazy woman in sight. Thank fuck.

  Chapter 3

  There’s a woman struggling with a box larger than she is as I walk down the aisle to my car. She’s petite, wearing a black pencil skirt and a tucked-in white dress shirt, paired with a matching black blazer. She’s barely staying upright in her high heels as she tries to lift the box from the pallet cart.

  She strains trying to lift the box into the back of her car as her hands slip off. I reach out, grabbing her around the waist before she topples over. “Easy there.”

  “Oh,” she says in surprise as I catch her before she falls flat on her ass. “My God, I didn’t think it would be this difficult to get this air conditioner loaded into my car. Thank you for catching me.”

  She doesn’t have on any makeup, and her skin is absolutely flawless. Her green eyes shine in the sun, sparkling with hints of gold and emerald. This distressed woman doesn’t even have on lipstick. Nothing. It’s rare to find a woman who doesn’t wear makeup and especially one who is as stunning without. I have never been a fan of overly made-up faces because it’s usually a shock in the morning when you wake up to someone you don’t recognize without their camouflage.

  “I’m glad I was walking by. You almost hurt yourself there.” I lift the box easily, but h
er car is another issue. She’s driving a small Volkswagen, and the box is larger than the entire inside. “I hate to tell you this, but this won’t fit in your car, ma’am.”

  She pushes a few strands of her maple-brown hair behind her ear and grimaces. “Crap.” She starts to tap her foot against the pavement and looks around the parking lot as she chews on her bottom lip.

  “I can help,” I offer, the words shooting out of my mouth before my brain can even process them.

  Whoa. See, I’m not that guy. The one who offers my help at the drop of a hat, and especially not to someone I don’t know, no matter how beautiful they are. But there’s something about her that had the words out of my mouth before I could reel them back in.

  Her eyes brighten. “You would do that?”

  “Well, yeah. I guess so. I don’t see anyone with you to help. Do you have a man? A boyfriend to call?” I ask, feeling her out, seeing if she is involved with anyone.

  “No, no man in my life,” she replies with a faint smile.

  “All right, then. I can put the box in the back of my truck and take it to your house if you’d like.”

  “Oh, it’s not for my house. It’s for a church I’m helping restore.”

  “All right, let me pull my truck over and load it up for you, and I’ll follow you to the church.”

  “You would do that? I don’t want to be a bother,” she says as I catch her eyes scanning my torso and quickly looking at the ground.

  “No bother at all. I’ll be right back.”

  I quickly walk over to my truck and pull it up behind her car and load the box into the bed of my truck.

  “Thank you so much. The church is only a few miles from here. You can follow me there,” she tells me, climbing into her Volkswagen. I catch a glimpse of her thigh as she pulls her skirt up slightly to be able to cram herself into the little car.

  Man, what a stunning woman, I think to myself.

  We pull into the church parking lot a few minutes later. The white church looks to be in need of some serious TLC. The exterior is filthy and needs some power-washing, painting, and probably some new wood in various sections where it’s rotted. The landscaping is overgrown and needs tending to.

  “Well, this is it,” she says, waving her hand toward the run-down building.

  “Looks like it needs a lot of work,” I reply, climbing out of my truck.

  “Yes, I got involved with the church about a year and a half ago after my father’s death. It’s been my salvation, literally. They really have been a great help in dealing with his loss. A few others in the congregation and I came up with an idea to rehab this old church as a way of saying thank you for all they do in our lives and in the community.”

  “I see. Sorry for your loss,” I offer, being polite.

  “Thank you. Come. Follow me. I’ll show you where you can place the box.”

  She leads me to the entrance, inserts the key, and struggles to open the door. She throws her hip into the door; the door rejects her tiny body, and she stumbles backward into my strong arms.

  “Oh, goodness!” she exclaims. “That’s twice you’ve saved me from falling flat on my butt.” I have to bite back my laughter at her shocked expression as I steady her in my warm embrace.

  “Let me get that door for you,” I say, releasing her from my hold.

  Leaning into the door with my shoulder, I give it a good push. It gives way, and I spill into the lobby.

  “Looks like you need to replace the entire door. No WD-40 is going to fix that one.”

  I reach my hand out to her, and she places hers in mine before walking inside.

  “Yeah. There’s a lot of work that needs to be done here. It’s been a little slow going as it isn’t easy to find the labor with the funds we have.” She starts walking. “This way. Back here is an office where you can put the box.”

  I follow behind, my eyes alternating between the swaying of her hips and the nave we are walking through.

  “It’s an old church and has no A/C. I had to go buy a window unit, so we can start to do some work inside. With the weather heating up, it’s been too hot in here to do much of anything.”

  “Yeah, you’re going to need another unit or two with all the work that needs to be done in here,” I assess as we enter the back office. “I’d say you’re going to need to hire a carpenter, painter, landscaper, and probably an electrician to get this place into shape.”

  “We’ve been looking, but like I said, we don’t have the funds to be able to pay to get all the work done at once,” she explains as she removes her blazer. “It’s hot in here.”

  Her breasts are larger than I thought, jiggling under her shirt as she fans herself with her hand. Man, this chick has one banging body. “Ya know, I do home remodeling. I could probably give you a hand in my free time. It wouldn’t cost you anything.”

  There I go again, thinking with my cock instead of my brain. Offering to help and I don’t even know this woman. But I want to get to know her—or at least, my cock wants to be acquainted. If nothing else, I want to see what’s under that tight pencil skirt and blouse.

  “I wondered what the Eye Candy Handyman sign on your truck was all about.”

  “Yeah, I work for a company that specializes in home remodeling. That’s the Handyman part. The Eye Candy is we work in just our jeans and boots,” I inform her as I lift up my shirt, revealing the washboard abs hidden underneath.

  “Oh my,” she says, appearing scandalized.

  “No worries…. Jesus, how rude of me, I never introduced myself or asked your name. I’m Clive, and you are?”

  “It’s Tiffany,” she responds, extending her hand as an olive branch.

  I reach out and shake it. “Nice to meet you, Tiffany. Let me get in touch with my boss and check my schedule. I recently finished a job, and I don’t believe he has anything scheduled for me at the moment. I could possibly be able to start as soon as tomorrow.” Fuck, it hits me that I don’t have all my tools. I left a few things at Rose’s house. I had planned on coming back the next day, not being fired for not fucking her.

  “That would be great!” She beams, her eyes drifting down, staring at my midsection again.

  I pull out my wallet and remove a business card. “Here’s my card. It has my cell number on it. Give me a call tonight, and I should have a good idea of when I will be available to give you a hand.”

  “This is so kind and generous of you. I don’t know how I will be able to repay you. The church will be so grateful.”

  “No worries, Tiffany. Life has ways of rewarding those that help others.” I smile at her. “Let me go grab the box, I’ll be right back.”

  After I grab the box out of the back of my truck and place it in the office, I tell her goodbye and that I look forward to her call before heading on my way. My mind’s thinking of a few ways she can repay me, and none of them involves money.

  Chapter 4

  As I am driving off, I contemplate how to get the rest of my tools from Rose’s house without causing any problems. She was a cool chick, a little crazy, but a good fuck. Maybe if I show up and apologize for kind of being a dick and not fucking her, she will forgive me, let me grab my tools, and go about my way.

  Resigned to my plan, I pull up to Rose’s house and park along the curb. “Here goes nothing,” I say to myself as I hop out of my truck.

  I walk up to the front door and ring the doorbell. I wait about a minute…and nothing. I knock and wait another minute, and still nothing. I’m pretty sure I didn’t leave any of my tools inside the house as I was working outside around the pool. I walk around the house to see if the back gate is unlocked.

  When I get around the side of the house, I can hear some music playing. Sweet, Rose must be home. Just as I am about to try the handle and see if it’s unlocked, I hear a moan over the music, and it stops me dead in my tracks. This is not a moan of pain. This is a moan I have heard thousands of times in my life. It’s a moan of pleasure.

  I wal
k down a few steps, looking for a space between the wooden slats in the fence. I find one at the corner of the fencing and take a peek through, not expecting to find Rose’s daughter Tara lying in the pool on a float, topless with her bathing suit bottoms pulled to the side, rubbing her pussy.

  “Holy fuck,” I mumble to myself, my cock instantly hardening and straining against my jeans. I pause a moment to take in the beauty of her body and contemplate whether to let her finish or just walk right in and ruin her little solo party.

  I decide to do a little of both. I give her another few minutes to let her get closer to orgasm and decide to quietly open the gate and walk to the edge of the pool. Her eyes are closed, and she doesn’t see me standing at the edge of the pool. Her float slowly shifts in my direction, and her pussy is on full display in front of me now—a dusty shade of pink and glistening with her arousal.

  She reaches up with one hand and starts to rub her nipple between her finger and thumb. Her other hand quickens in pace as she spreads her legs farther, slipping two fingers between her lips and inserting them deep into her pussy.

  I can tell she is getting close to coming.

  Unable to resist, I reach down and start rubbing my hard cock through my jeans.

  I assume Rose isn’t home or expected back anytime soon, or Tara wouldn’t be in the pool half naked and masturbating. After her teasing yesterday, I decide, fuck it, I’m going to call her out on her bluff.

  “May I join?” I ask.

  She’s startled at the sound of my voice and flips right off the float and into the pool.

  “What the fuck! What are you doing? Don’t you knock? You just can’t go barging in someone’s backyard like that!” she yells.

  “Don’t like someone walking in on you when you’re enjoying yourself? I figure turnabout is fair play,” I tell her with a cocky grin.

  “For fuck’s sake, you scared the ever-loving hell out of me!”

  “Sorry about that.” That’s a lie. “I came over to get the rest of my tools. I knocked on the front door, and nobody answered. I assumed nobody was home and came around the back to grab them. I didn’t think I would find you in the pool masturbating.”