Max Duchene
squinted at the crumpled piece of paper in his palm and the near
illegible address scribble in the center of it. Damn it all to
hell. Was that a three or a five in the final digit of the
address? Maybe a nine? The last number was smudged beyond all
recognition.
He needed to know
and didn’t want to waste time screwing around knocking on the
wrong doors. His cousin’s wife, Angie, said her dear friend was
having an emergency and with a few well-chosen phrases like
“water everywhere,” “flooded bathroom,” and “what does a water
main shut off valve look like?” Max knew he’d better hurry.
He wasn’t an
official licensed plumber in his current day job, but he’d put
himself through college doing some handy work and as a
consequence was often able to fix things around the house.
Plus, he’d been
foolish enough to answer the phone on a Saturday night when
Angie called. Caller ID hadn’t mattered. With his cousin Roger
out of town, he couldn’t very well ignore Angie’s call as much
as he’d wanted to ignore any and all interruptions during his
night off. Thus, Max became the emergency contact support for
Angie and now apparently for one of her entourage of “dear”
friends.
Max hadn’t hit it
off very well with Angie early on in their relationship. It had
gotten worse after Roger and Angie’s quickie Vegas wedding six
months ago.
At the impromptu
wedding reception upon their return, and after several beers,
Max told his cousin Roger he was crazy to fall in love and marry
so fast. He further shoved his foot into his mouth by unwisely
offering a wager that the marriage would only last three months.
Angie,
unfortunately, overheard the conversation. That singular event
likely contributed to the continued silent treatment she
bestowed upon him even after his repeated and profuse apologies.
Only in the last
few weeks had Angie softened her attitude.
Roger was his
favorite cousin and this fact alone made Max try harder and go
out of his way when Angie called on the rare occasion to ask for
favors. The poor choice of words in the prediction regarding the
length of their marriage also had a hand in his decision.
Penitence guided his actions.
The cell phone in
his pocket buzzed, startling him out of his urgent abode search.
“Hello?”
“Max. Where are
you?” Angie’s signature perturbed tone came through along with a
crackly bad connection. There was some static and burbles over
the line before it cleared and Angie added, “My friend is
totally freaking out. Are you almost there?”
“I think so. What’s
the house number again?”
“Blurb…rib…art…”
Her garbled response didn’t make any sense, and then the line
went dead.
Damn it.
Max checked the
small screen to see how many bars he had in the way of service
in this area and realized his battery had died and it didn’t
matter. He glanced at the wad of paper, shook his head in
frustration again and shoved the scrap into his jeans front
pocket.
Foot resting on the
bottom step of the long flight of outdoor stairs, Max paused and
looked up at the home perched on top of a small rise. If he had
to climb these stairs, he hoped the address was the correct one.
Located in an older
section of town, the house before him had been cut up into
smaller apartments. The only reason he was called instead of the
landlord had something to do with past due rent and a security
deposit in jeopardy.
Max didn’t know or
care at this point. He just wanted to get this “favor” over with
as soon as possible. At the top of the flight of stairs was the
first of three possibilities for the water-logged apartment he
sought. He straightened his shirt beneath the tool belt he’d
quickly fastened around his hips before leaving his truck and
hurried up the flight of stairs.
Pushing out a long
breath, he knocked on the first door he came to hoping his luck
would materialize in the way of the right apartment on his first
try.
The door was
snatched open after a short pause and a gorgeous brunette with
long hair, wearing a fuck-me-senseless, low-cut silk robe and
spiked high heels appeared, making him wish he’d dressed better.
* * * *
Lynda popped open
the door and sucked in a breath of surprise. Her friend had told
her the man she’d be spending the night with was a gorgeous hunk
and sheer pleasure to watch.
At first glance,
she totally agreed. Her second glance made her almost swoon in
visual pleasure. The authentic-looking tool belt resting on his
hips made a little rush of moisture shoot into her barely there
panties.
During the
transaction phase of this fantasy date, she’d been told there
would be a “theme” involved with each of the escorts, but Lynda
hadn’t known exactly what to expect.
A handyman was the
perfect choice.
Piercing hazel eyes
glanced down her body once quickly, and then focused in on her
face. He smiled. “Hi. I’m not sure I’m in the right place. Are
you by any chance waiting for an emergency plumber?”
Lynda, mesmerized
by his rich, sexy voice that hinted at a southern upbringing,
stared transfixed and without speaking for several moments. She
studied him from head to toes and back again.
Streaky, dark-blond
hair, in a haphazard style just a little too long, covered his
head. He had a square-faced, masculine bone structure, including
high cheekbones with about a day’s growth of stubble gracing his
lean jaw. He was tall and his wide shoulders were evident
beneath his shirt. She resisted the feral urge to check out his
“package,” chickening out by sending her focus to his feet.
He wore tan suede,
leather work boots. She stifled a sigh at the sexiness of his
footwear.
Starting at his
booted feet a little too long, she mentally shook her head and
allowed her gaze to travel back up his denim-clad legs. She got
as far as his waist before she zeroed in on the tool belt slung
around his hips. She couldn’t tell about the size of his most
impressive “tool,” not just yet. But soon, very soon.
ADULT EXCERPT:
Lynda locked lips
with Max and her world tilted directly into the erogenous zone.
His hands, which had started at her shoulders, were suddenly
everywhere on her body. The gentle glide of his fingers touched,
stroked, kneaded absolutely everywhere and pretty much sent her
libido into a seductive frenzy the likes of which she’d never
felt before.
“You’re so soft,”
he broke the overwhelming kiss to whisper in her ear. He then
trailed warm lips across her jaw, down her throat and along her
collarbone, ending at her shoulder, where he nibbled the flesh
and sent a pulse of fire through her veins for a direct hit to
her clitoris.
Lynda tilted her head back to give him better
access. He took advantage of it and nuzzled his five o’clock
shadowed jaw into her throat. He licked and kissed a raspy path
back to capture her mouth. Lips and tongue dancing rapturously
in her mouth, another rush of moisture inundated her pussy and a
hunger for sex engulfed all of her senses.
Great looking,
great kisser and scads of sex appeal, Max was a dream come true.
Truthfully, he was much more attractive than she’d expected. Her
requirement had been simply experience with a wide variety of
sexual positions and variations. The way he touched her made
Lynda believe he knew exactly what he was doing. His arms
clamped around her body with hands fastened to the curve of one
butt cheek. The other caressed the center of her back.
He claimed her
mouth with another devastatingly sexy kiss and Lynda’s knees
weakened. She nudged him with her hips pushing him in the
direction of the bed. She had an entire laundry list of
seductive positions and fantasies she wanted to try out tonight.
When their legs
bumped the side of the bed, Lynda was surprised they made it
across the room so quickly. Still devouring her lips, Max
twisted their bodies and pushed her down to the bed slowly.
Lynda’s head spun as he centered her against the sheets before
he kissed a path down her neck. The nightgown she wore was
whisper thin and barely covered anything. A single bow held the
sheer fabric over her breasts.
Max kissed lower
until he crested the curve of one sensitive mound. He pulled the
tie open before she even realized he’d found the ribbon. One
second later, his mouth latched over the tip of one of her
breasts and sucked her taut nipple between warm lips. She felt a
gush between her legs at the same time a sharp tug of arousal
socked her in the core.
A hunger for him
settled in her bones as he abandoned one breast for the other.
She clamped her hands to his shoulders and caressed the muscles
through his shirt.
He stopped and
gazed between her breasts. “Is this more what you had in mind
for my…services?”
“Yes.” She expelled
a deep long sigh.
“How am I doing?”
“Great, but I think
you have too many clothes on.” She panted. She felt the rumble
of his laughter before she heard it.
“I better get
undressed, then.” He lifted his body from hers and scooted off
the side of the bed. She watched as he pulled both shirts over
his head, pealing them off all at once. He kicked his boots off
and slid his jeans over his hips along with his boxers, allowing
them to pool on the floor.
The first
unobstructed view of his magnificent cock made the air freeze in
her lungs.