Page 18 of The Maestro and the Roofer

Despite the nonchalant answer, the correction was proof that he cared. Even with the grievances he’d shared earlier, Mia knew this man loved his family something fierce and craved their acceptance more than anything in the world.

Leaning down, she placed a soft kiss against the ink. “I like it.”

A strangled sound shuddered from his chest, and he stood still as stone for a handful of seconds. Evidently, tender shows of affection were uncommon for him, and her heart warmed at his stunned expression. But the pitter-patter of her pulse increased when he gripped her hips and pulled her closer, wedging her back against the counter.

“Oh yeah?” he rumbled. “What else you like?”

With a throaty laugh, she fused their lips together and savored how his lean body perfectly pressed against her soft curves. Her nipples were painfully hard, and she rubbed the buds against his firm chest. In tune with her needs, he tore his mouth away to pull her sweater above her head, tossing it aside. Electricity sparked in her core when he grasped her breasts, kneading the flesh and tweaking the taut peaks through her cotton bra, and the clank of his belt buckle unfastening made her pussy further clench in anticipation.

He pushed his snug jeans down and then did an awkward dance to unlace and remove his boots. Clad in only gray boxer briefs, he suddenly bent down, giving himself enough leverage to throw her over his shoulder. She thrashed against him in confusion as he moved out of the kitchen.

“What are you—” A firm smack on her backside shocked her silent for a second. Until she yelped, “Did you just slap my ass?”

“Sure did. Stop squirming.”

“You’re insane.”

“Keep insulting me, baby. You know it gets me riled up.”

She huffed out an indignant breath—although her lips curled into a smile—and let him transport her through the cottage like a sack of potatoes. Several seconds later, he swung her back down, her bare feet sinking into the parlor’s plush area rug. The room she’d avoided for days now felt like the most natural place in the world.

And although the Steinway still couldn’t move or speak or do anything other than sit there like the inanimate object it was, Mia could’ve sworn she heard a faint message of approval.

Way to go, maestro.

His deft hands unhooked her bra and then found the zipper at the back of her skirt, both garments falling to her feet. Fully nude, she pushed his boxer briefs down a sturdy set of legs, and his impressive erection jutted out from a thatch of tawny hair. She sank to her knees, satisfaction surging when his chest hitched. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she gently kissed the tip of his cock, and his hips bucked like a randy schoolboy.

Oh, he wanted this bad. And after he’d orchestrated her undoing at the DT, there was nothing she wanted more than to level the playing field. To watch him fall apart.

Two can play that game, Boss Man.

With agonizing restraint, she puckered her lips and placed soft kisses along the length of his shaft. And then she stuck out her tongue and licked the underside of his cock, coating the rigid skin with wetness. Back and forth, back and forth.

Travis groaned helplessly. “Oh God, please just suck it. Don’t torture me.”

“But it’s so much fun,” she whispered with a saucy smile. “Torturing you, that is.”

Cupping his balls in her hand, she reveled in how his guttural sounds grew deeper. “Mia, please, for the love of God.”

“That’s what you get for slapping my ass.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t love it.”

“And for making me scream into your hand in a public restroom.”

A cheeky grin accompanied his reply. “Wasn’t that your idea?”

No way he was getting the last word. She took his cock as far down her throat as she could manage, clasping her lips around the hard column of flesh in a fervent suck.

“Fuck,” he bellowed, fists clenching.

Pulling back, she released his erection with a loudpop.“You were saying?” she prompted.

He shook his head hastily. “I wasn’t saying anything.”

“Good.”

That settled, she returned to the task at hand and bobbed her head with enthusiasm, working her hand in tandem with the movement of her mouth. His breath labored as she got messy with it, her saliva coating his cock. Unable to string a proper sentence together, he bestowed her with some of the most colorful epithets she’d ever heard. Especially once her free hand crept between her legs to rub her aching clit. The sight of her pleasuring herself while sucking him off became too much for him to bear, as he soon motioned for her to stand.

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