Page 5 of Temptation for the Mountain Man
"...his hands expertly explore my slick core. I cry out in ecstasy as his hot tongue finds my throbbing nub, desperate for his attention."
The last thing I expect when I walk into my house later that afternoon is to hear porn playing loudly via my Bluetooth speakers. I grab the baseball bat I keep in the umbrella stand by the front door, prepared to take out the masturbating intruder, but the porn cuts off abruptly. Loud swearing ensues, coming from the hallway.
"Mother-fucking piece of shit!" a feminine voice yells out.
Tossing the bat onto the couch, I stride toward the voice and skid to a stop in the doorway of my bathroom, frozen in shock.
The mystery girl fromThe Palmeris standing there, soaking wet, using my towel to dry her hair. She lifts her head and locks eyes with me in the mirror.
"Oh!" After doing a double-take, she whirls around, dropping the towel in her haste.
Fucking hell.
I try to keep my gaze focused on her eyes and away from her wet, white t-shirt, which is practically see-through and stretched across her perfect fucking rack, but she’s not wearing a bra. Instead of acting like a gentleman, my gaze bounces back and forth between the fabric clinging to her hard, dark nipples and up to her eyes like I'm having a spasm.
Maybe I am. Hell, maybe I had a heart attack on the way into my house, and this is all a dream. If I could pick a heaven, it would certainly be this moment. Minus the confusion becausewhat the hell is she doing here?
"I-I'm sorry. You're Blaze?"
My name on her lips makes my heart race. My cock is already straining against my zipper from the sight of her perfect tits. That mixed with the erotica she was listening to, I'm already wound like a top.
"I am," I manage to grit out.
She's too young, boss.
I walk over to the small cabinet to the right of the sink and pull out a dry towel. I wrap it around her shoulders. "What are you doing in my house?" It comes out gruffer than I intended, but I can barely focus on anything with her sweet, honeysuckle scent wrapped around me. It reminds me of the end of summer as a kid.
"I'm so sorry. This must be a little shocking." She laughs awkwardly. "I was supposed to be a surprise. Celeste hired me."
The flash of heat in her eyes as she gazes at me through her dark lashes almost has me whimpering with need. I physically force myself to step back from her.
"I'm Callie," she continues shyly. "I've seen you working on the tiny houses atThe Palmer."
Her towel has slipped again, and unfortunately for the thin tether I have on my restraint, Callie seems oblivious to her invisible-shirt situation.
"Hired you? For me?" I ask, clearing my throat as I attempt to focus on the most pressing concern at the moment. Hired her for what? My dirty mind is racing in a million directions, but underneath it is the rage that she might be having to sell her body for money. But she said Celeste hired her. We're close, but notthatclose.
Callie nods, giving me that smile. The one that’s both joyful and sad. It makes me want to pull her into my arms and never let her go.
She leans over to pick up my cleaning bucket, which was hidden on the other side of the vanity. "I clean houses for extra money. Celeste said your birthday is coming up tomorrow, so she got you a cleaning."
"Celeste hired you to clean my house?" I repeat slowly, my filthy brain picturing her curvy ass in a French maid costume like the ones around Halloween.
"Happy almost birthday," Callie says weakly. "Should I go? I'll give Celeste her money back if you'd rather not have me here."
"I want you here," I blurt out too quickly, then clear my throat. "I mean, no, I need a cleaning."
Callie brightens and sighs in relief. "Thank goodness. Um, I'll mop up this mess. I turned on the shower, and it got out of control."
"Right. I need to replace the gasket." I hold up the bag in my hand.
"Are you a plumber?"
"Yeah, yes." I clear my throat again, trying and failing to keep my eyes above her neck. "I'll wait for you in the kitchen."
Twenty minutes later, she's drinking tea at my kitchen counter as she tells me about herself. Her shirt is almost dry, which I'm conflicted about.
"She's going to be a marine biologist. She's so smart." Callie smiles into her cup before looking up at me and wrinkling her nose. "I'm talking too much, aren't I?"
