Page 25 of Tease Me

From the state I’d seen Jackson in, thiswas going tobe over in a flash, which was a good thing, considering I should’ve been downstairs at reception.

I chose the French maid outfit again, as that was what he’d be expecting. In lightning speed, I’d transformed from Jane to Memphis, and with my trench coat on and master access card clutched in my hand, I was on my way back up to the eighth floor in seven minutes flat.

My insides clenched in anticipation of red-hot sex as I made my way in the excruciatingly slow elevator. The doors pinged open, and I strode with all the confidence in the world to the cheeky electrician.

I removed my coat andonlyknocked once before Jacksonsprung the door open.

“Well, hello.” He stood naked except for his work boots and tool belt,exactlylike my sexy plumber had.

I chuckled. “Hello there. What have we here?”

“I’m your sizzling electrician.”

The sizzle rolled off his tongue, and I laughed at his ridiculously corny yet incredibly horny announcement. This funny, awkward guy with the tousled hair and trembling fingers wanted me. That, in turn, made me want him, too.

Jackson had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a chest full of dark hair, more hair than any man I’d been with so far, but not so much that he was Sasquatch-worthy.

I strode past him into the darkness. “Do you know the rules?”

“Yes. No sex. Just watch.”

I giggled at his caveman-like voice. “Correct.”

The dull glow from the open curtains gave enough light to make out basic shapes. Normally, I’d stride to the dining table and toss my bag over the back of a chair, but in my haste, I’d completely forgotten everything, including condoms. All I had was my master access key, and I placed this on the table, put my coat over the chair, and turned to Jackson.

“Okay, I’m ready.” He flicked on a flashlight, and I giggled.

But when he aimed the light on his cock, my laughter turned to a gasp. His erection was enormous and totally out of proportion to his body, or maybe the concentrated beam of light gave that illusion. The head of his cock was a swollen crown, begging tobe explored.

“Oh, you are ready.” I strode to him, put one hand on his shoulder—maintaining the distance between us—and wrapped my other hand around his solid rod.

Jackson sucked air through his teeth and reached for my breast. He squeezed hard, treating my boob like a stress ball.Hewas an overexcited teenager, and if his marathon-like breathingwasany way to judge, he’d cum any second. If Iwasn’tcareful, he’d lose his load before I’d even had a turn.

“Take my dress off,” I commanded, easing back from him.

His toolsjangledas he stepped toward me, and in two seconds flat, my dress was over my head.

I gasped. Oh farrkkk! He took my wig off, too.

I grabbed my lacy costume before it hit the floor, and as I fumbled to find my wig in the costume, he fumbled for my boobs, groping and groaning with overzealous fingers.

Oh shit!

My wig isn’t here.

Chapter Seven

Where the hell is my wig?

As Jackson continued groping my boobs, I scrambled for a solution. The darkness was my only savior.

An idea hit me, and I snatched the flashlight from his hand and stepped back. “Okay, bad boy, you need to calm down a notch.”

He rubbed his hands together. “Sorry. Sorry. It’s just. . . I’ve been dreaming of this for months. I never thought it would actually happen.”

“And if you don’t calm down, it will be over before we’ve had any fun.”

“Yes. Yes. Mickey told me you’d be like this.”

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