Page 58 of Tempt

“Oh God.” I nod.Yes, a million times yes.

“Look how hard you make me,” he growls as he pushes his shorts down. His cock bobs into the space between my legs, dark at the tip and bigger than I’ve ever seen it before. “I’m going to enjoy hurting you, Hazel.”

Holy shit. I moan, and he shoves into me, not taking any time to get me used to the heavy thickness of him. Demanding space inside me, forcing me to take it.

I grab at his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he fucks me, his hands hard on my hips. Pinning me in place.

His captive.

His dirty sex captive. His wet, willing captive. My mind riots, an out-of-control celebration of yes, this, finally.

Him, finally.

Need grips me, harder than Sam is holding me down, and I buck against him, against that powerful pull inside me. The more I fight it, the hotter I get, the more intense the feeling builds, until it’s on top of me.

I shatter into a million pieces as Sam grunts that he’s coming, too, inside me, whether I like it or not, and I like it so fucking much I start laughing.

“I love you,” I whisper against his damp skin.

He grips me tight and squeezes. “I love you, too.”

“That was really hot.”

He helps me down. “All right, wild woman. I can do better.”

I laugh again, blissed out and pleased more than he could ever imagine. “Race you to the shower.”

An hour later,we’re at the hardware store, looking at lights. I took photos of the fixture I have, but we can’t find one that will replace it exactly. The ones I like the most are a completely different shape, and the wiring isn’t the same.

I frown at the instructions on the side of the box. “This seems complicated. Maybe I should probably hire an electrician to install it.”

Sam doesn’t look concerned. “We can do that ourselves.”

“I really don’t think we can.”

“Sure, it’s easy. We just need to turn off the main power supply, then follow the step-by-step instructions. As long as you have a drill—”

“I do not.”

“Oh.”

“Should I?”

“Well, no…” He frowns. “If you don’t want one. But they’re fun.”

“Do you have power tools?”

“I have a drill, and I use it as if I own an entire fleet of power tools.”

“Then maybe I want a drill, too.”

We cruise the aisles, Sam proud as a peacock that he can tell me the difference between an impact drill and a regular one, and why it’s not a bad idea to get both in a set, just in case.

But it’s when we get to the tool belt section that I really get excited about this little adventure. “You should get one of these. To wear the drill in between…drillings.”

“You like that?” He grins and grabs a basic black nylon option. A heady, horny thrill zings through me.

But I have a specific fantasy in mind, so I shake my head and point to the classic leather one. “That one. I’ll find something for you to fix as often as you want to wear it for me.”

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