Page 9 of Sex, Lies, & Techy Guys (Love on the Sunshine Coast)

“No,” he growls, his hug tightening.

I swear his cock hardens, and despite all of the fantasies I’ve enjoyed at his expense, I can’t afford to make this any more awkward than it already is. Time to be professional. Pushing away, I wipe one eye and then the other, not allowing myself to look down. Except I fail, and ogle the hardened length of his cock.

Wait? Why did he say no to me calling a plumber? They want their privacy but I can’t exactly run an establishment without water.

“Okay…yeah…well…I understand if you want to stay somewhere else tonight. If anything of yours is ruined, I’ll replace it. I should go make some calls.” An insurance claim with my first guests, wonderful.

“We don’t want to stay anywhere else. Plus, when we were trying to book a place to stay, everything was full. That’s how your brother ended up hooking us up with you.”

“Crap. Yeah, the breweries are hosting a music festival. I’ll make this—”

“Lance,” Kyle barks from the other room.

Lance grabs my hand and leads me to the other room where it’s apparent that the water break was right on top of the wall between the two rooms and now both rooms are ruined.

My hands fly over my mouth. Shock and anger and frustration flood through me.

“Oh no. I’m going to give you my master bedroom. It has a queen bed and an en suite master bathroom. There’s plenty of space. We can move one of these beds in there with it. We can move both desks in. I’m more than happy to give that up and I will stay here. I don’t need a big bed. Please let me make this right by you.”

Lance steps squarely in front of me while Kyle asks me if there are more towels.

“There are more in the hall closet.”

Kyle goes out to get them and Lance remains in front of me, taking my hands and holding them up between us. “You’re not giving up your bed. We’ll be fine, and if you recall, I said that we have some skills that might be helpful to you. We can fix that pipe and we can repair the sheetrock.”

“I can’t ask you to do that. I can’t ask you to rent a room and repair it.”

“You’re not asking; I’m offering.” He’s too kind, and too skilled. That’s a major turn on, but I can’t put a guest to work.

“I have a really cheap repair guy. I’m sure he’ll have the pipe fixed and the water back on in a few hours. He’s an old friend, excellent plumber.”

“I don’t care if he’s Rip van Winkle old. I don’t want you calling any guy to come over.” His demanding tone matches the look in his eyes.

Everything I’ve sensed between us flares in his expression. Am I letting the stress of the situation get to me? Will I destroy any chance of building a good reputation as a business owner if I have sex with my guest?

He takes his tone down a notch but remains clear that he’s not asking a question as he focuses on the part of the moment I should be most worried about. “I can fix it. Kyle and I worked construction before figuring out we preferred computers. I can give you references.”

“I’m not calling references for one of my guests who’s offering to fix a room.”

“How are you going to know if I’m any good?”

Something in his expression shifts and we’re not talking about plumbing anymore. The energy intensifies between us. His gaze shifts to my mouth and his tongue swipes over his lower lip.

Oh my god, is he going to kiss me? What will Kyle think?

“I trust you.” My words are too breathy to pretend I’m referring to his construction abilities.

He leans in. “I won’t disappoint you.”

Kyle steps intimately close to us. “Am I the only one who remembers there’s a hole in the ceiling?”

I snap out of the trance but when I meet Kyle’s gaze, his eyes aren’t on task. They’re on me. They hold the same passion as Lance’s but his jaw flexes as he appears to repress it.

And before I finish evaluating if he or Lance has more kissable lips, Kyle takes control. “Penny, do you have extra sheets for the beds?”

I nod.

Lance cuts in, “Great, take care of that and we’ll check out the pipe and the rest of the damage.”

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