Page 61 of The Billionaire Alpha Surrogate

It was white with blue velvety designs all over it.

“Ick,” she said.

“Get the wallpaper super wet. Then, carefully use this scraper to remove the wallpaper. Be careful not to dig holes into the sheetrock underneath it.”

“Got it,” she said.

He got her a bucket of water and a sponge and handed her the scraper. She found her ’80s music playlist on her music streaming app and went to work.

Micah checked on her a few times. She was always singing along to the music, rather badly, and diligently making progress. The walls were bare by the time they were ready to go home.

“Nice job,” he said.

“Thanks. It was fun. I’ve never done that before,” she said.

“I give my hired help thirty-five an hour,” he said.

“I’m not hired help. I’m just the help.”

“You could use the money to take singing lessons.”

“Ouch. That hurt my feel-goods,” she said.

“I’m pretty sure that it didn’t,” he told her.

That evening, after dinner, they sat outside on the back deck. It was a beautiful night. It was about seventy degrees with just the slightest hint of a breeze.

Lucy got up and walked over to a large pot full of red and white carnations in full bloom. “I love these. They smell like peppermint.”

“They are Ronnie’s pride and joy. He does great with all the flowers, but he has a penchant for carnations.”

She looked at him and gently caressed his face. “Have I told you lately how sexy you are?”

“No, I don’t believe you have,” Micah said.

“You are so sexy that you would make the ancient Greek gods jealous.”

“Really?” he asked, brushing a wisp of hair out of her face.

She grinned. “Really.”

Lucy stood on her toes, put both hands on his face, and pressed her lips against his.

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Lucy

Micah’s lips were soft against hers at first and then became more insistent. He put his hand on the back of her head and the other around her waist, pulling her close to him. The cool night air danced around them. The stars twinkled above them and the silvery moonbeams encased them.

Smoldering embers ignited inside of Lucy. An intense aching need was overwhelming.

“I think we should take this conversation upstairs,” Lucy said.

“That’s a good idea.”

Micah grabbed her hand and led her to his room, shutting the door firmly behind them.

Lucy pulled his T-shirt off and stared at his chiseled muscles. She pressed her lips against his pec. Her tongue darted out and she tasted the saltiness of his skin. Lucy trailed kisses across his chest while her hands slowly moved up and down on his back, her fingers kneading his hard muscles.

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