Page 30 of Worthy Now
“Hold up, ma’am,” he calls after me, pushing himself off the wall and stalking toward me like a dangerous predator, all sleek lines and single-minded focus. I retreat until my back meets resistance and peer up at him with an expectant look.
Jake slaps a palm to the wall just above my head and leans in. I fight the urge to sniff the air as his masculine scent envelops me and slowly begins working its magic. Clean and woodsy, with a hint of cinnamon. Big Red, I recall. His favorite gum. It’s a heady combination, and I want to lick into his mouth to taste his familiar spicy flavor.
“Let me save you some time, miss,” he drawls in a low, sensual rumble as his hot breath fans across my skin. “I can assure you, none of these bozos up there can take care of your needs. I may not be a professional, but what I lack in experience, I make up for in perseverance. I don’t quit until the job is done. Customer satisfaction is one hundred percent guaranteed.” Jake leans in evencloser as his lips ghost over the tender skin of my throat, making me shiver all over. Someone gives a quiet moan, and I realize that someone is me when he chuckles against my flesh.
“Why don’t you head over to my house while I clean up here and make sure the equipment needed to help you with your little problem is in good working order?” He bends at the knees and presses himself into me, letting me know, in no uncertain terms, that his equipment seems to be working just fine. “We better hurry because every second we don’t deal with your situation, the pressure is building, and if we don’t give that blocked pipe some relief, it might burst prematurely. Trust me when I tell you, we don’t want that to happen.”
I can’t help but laugh at his colorful description, even as my eyes almost roll into the back of my head when he grazes my earlobe with his teeth.
“Why not?” I deliver the breathy question, trying my best to keep my wits about me. I hate how easy it was for him to gain the upper hand. Jake’s fingers dig into my hip before his other hand disappears under the hem of my shirt and begins its torturous journey north, over my taut abdomen and the swell of my breasts. He gently tugs on my nipples, a part of my body he seems to have a special fondness for.
“Well,” he rasps, setting my nerve endings on fire with his ministrations. “Once that pipe bursts, it’s going to take me some time to source out alternatives. We’d have to halt the job until we can get our hands on a new one, and sometimes that can take a while. Now, seeing as I’m a professional, I don’t like twiddling my thumbs,” he whispers, brushing his mouth across mine and giving my bottom lip a nip. “I like to keep myself busy, so I guess I could inspect the rest of your plumbing while we wait for the pressure to rebuild. I might even have to give my plunger a try. You see, most people don’t use them right. In order for it to be effective, you have to submerge it completely. Make sure it’s inserted directly into the opening, then give quick…” he presses into me once more. “Concentrated thrusts without breaking the seal. It might take a little while, but eventually, we’ll drain that blockage of yours, and if you’re lucky—”
“Stop,” I beg, shaking with the inhuman effort of trying to hold back my laughter. I push at his chest, setting him back several steps as I wipe the tears from my eyes. And there it is again. That full-blown smile, both dimples on display, eyes sparkling with mirth.
“Too much?” he asks, cocking his head and cupping the bulge in his pants to adjust himself.
“What killed the mood? Was it the plunger or the part about draining your blockage?”
I crack up again, releasing a very unladylike snort while I slap at his chest. “God, I haven’t laughed like this in years,” I admit while I hold his amused eyes.
“Well, I’m glad you find me so entertaining because I’ve missed that laugh. A little word to the wise, though. I’m all for a little dirty talk to get the engines going, but you might want to lead with something hotter than plumbing issues. Maybe go with a sexy librarian next time. We could pretend I was a naughty boy and failed to return my books on time. I have a few ideas about how that particular scenario might play out.”
“I bet you do,” I say, slinging my arms around his neck and beaming up at him with adoration. “How about I take you up on that offer to wait at your place? I might just cook you dinner, while I think of a sexier opening for our next dirty-talk session.”
“Sounds delightful,” he mumbles as he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses between my neck and shoulder. “Give me an hour to finish up and I’ll meet you there.”
I go to turn away but give a sound of surprise when he lays a smack to my backside.
“I can’t wait to sink my teeth into those tight cheeks,” he growls, making my pussy react with a subtle throb.
“Mr. Nelson,” I tsk, giving him my sternest look. “That’s no way to talk to a lady. And if you think putting on the charm will get me to drop those late fees, you’re sorely mistaken.” I stride out of the room, turning just before I reach the stairs leading out of the dark basement. “I expect you at the library within the hour, ready to make up for your tardiness.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he snaps, digging his teeth into his full bottom lip as he gives me an appreciative look that sets my cheeks on fire. I try hard not to break every speed limit as I race to my parent’s house and rummage through every piece of clothing I’d brought from LA in search of something suitable for our little role play. I’m a mess of giddy anticipation by the time I sprinkle a layer of shredded cheese onto my signature Cajun chicken bake and shove it into the oven. Wearing nothing more than a skirt that might as well be an oversized belt and a sheer blouse that leaves very little to the imagination, I try to remember the last time I’ve had this much fun.
Twenty
Jake
When I walk into the kitchen a couple of hours later—having been forced to deal with a last-minute issue as well as a stubborn hard-on—my jaw almost hits the floor.
Goddamn, this must be the roundest, juiciest ass I’ve ever laid eyes on. My eager dick immediately goes back to half-mast at the sight of Tessa bent over while she sticks some sort of casserole into the oven. She hadn’t been joking about bringing my little sexy librarian fantasy to life. Her sinfully short plaid skirt barely covers her cheeks, and my disappointment is a palpable thing when she straightens up and the fabric slides down her creamy thighs.
However, the feeling is short-lived when I take in the sheer blouse tied into a knot at the bottom, revealing a strip of toned abdomen. Her satiny hair is pulled into a neat bun, giving her asophisticated look that stands in stark contrast to her skimpy little outfit. I must’ve made a sound—maybe it was a growl—for her head whips around and her amber eyes snag on mine, holding me captive.
The tip of her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip, and I set my lunch bag on the counter, resting my forearms on the back of a bar stool and taking my time soaking in the stunning vision. I let my eyes rake over her in a slow, appreciative sweep. Her deer-in-the-headlights expression morphs into a knowing smirk that makes me want to skip dinner and go straight for dessert.
“Miss Davidson, I have to admit you look damn fine in my kitchen. A man could get used to being greeted like this.”
The corner of her mouth kicks up and she turns her back, stabbing a finger at the number pad to set the timer on the oven before saying, “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind coming in to a home-cooked meal every night. The question is, what are you going to provide in return for my culinary services?”
An anticipatory grin lights up my face when she waggles her eyebrows suggestively. “If you care to join me in the shower, I’d be more than happy to provide you with a little demonstration.”
She does that cute thing again, tapping her pursed lips with the tip of her manicured finger as she pretends to give my offer somethought. Then she turns away with a dismissive, “Nah, sorry. Not interested.”
I dive around the island separating us and wrap an arm around her midsection, pulling her into my chest while she squeals and giggles, limbs flailing in a half-hearted attempt to get away. Lifting her up, I unceremoniously drop her onto the cold marble and step between her legs, groaning when I realize she’s not wearing a bra under her barely-there blouse.
“Christ, woman. This outfit should be banned across all fifty states. Does this even have enough fabric to be considered a skirt?” I grab her hips and roughly pull her into my straining dick before I fuse our mouths together, loving the way her breath hitches. She doesn’t waste time wrapping her legs around me, causing my cock to press into her center, right where I want to be.
