Page 67 of Tempt Her

“Now, Grunt.”

He starts laughing. Slapping her ass, she giggles as he joins Mateo, and they both stomp across the driveway, headed toward my house and about to drink all my beer. I put a six-pack on ice every Sunday. It’s my one indulgence.

They leave Stacey standing there, cocking her pretty head and looking cute, studying me like a piñata she’s about to bust open. Whack! With her sass. Whack! With her sweetness. Whack! Whack! Then her final blows that’ll rip me open; her sex. Boom!

Because she’s doing it. Shamelessly mapping down my body with those blue eyes. Following the sweat from my pecs forming a stream down the center of my abs, flowing over my happy trail to the elastic waistband of my shorts that betternotfucking tent to her stare.

I fight my dick around this woman.

Aiming my steps toward the water cooler, I grab my cup on top of it, filling it while her stare pours over me.

“What do you want,Mrs. Evans?”

I want this over with and her gone. Because as I gulp water, her presence suddenly shivers my hot flesh. It’s not from the sweat cooling my body or the fan spinning above.

It’s a haunt—a premonition.

The last time a woman who looked like Stacey was here?

The half of my soul. The one that didn’t die with my mother. The woman who looks eerily like Stacey carried it away in her arms. The other half of my soul now lives miles away and eighteen years ago.

But Stacey staring at me brings her right back.

She asks, “Will you help me, please?”

Well, shit, that makes it harder to be a dick. She’s being mature and vulnerable. Great, that’ll win any fight while I want to lower myself to the emotional bandwidth of a drunk frat boy.

“I don’t help people who won’t help themselves.”

She stalks my way. “That’s exactly why I’m here. Iamhelping myself. I’m getting out of my marriage, getting half the value of that damn house whether he likes it or not, and then I’ll help myself to a new life without him.”

I shrug. “Don’t hear where I’m needed.”

“I need your business.” She doesn’t seethe. She soothes. Like a CEO in a white sundress. “That’s how we can help each other.”

“I have plenty of business. I don’t needhismoney, and I don’t needyourtrouble.”

She squints. And smiles.

Oh shit.I pressed her LAUNCH button.

“Is it all women or just me?” I won’t bite becauseshe’s about to. “Do I remind you of how weak you really are? Of that thing swinging between your legs and its little sac attached? You talk about strength and balls, and yet, one good whack and you’re down; you’re useless. You can’t fight.” She steps to me, so close she can smell my sweat as I fume, smelling Mateo on her skin. “And yet, my pussy can take such a pounding. No matter how mean you are to me or what you punch my way, Mr. Alexander, I bounce back. I’m built to survive men like you… and only make more ofme.”

Damn, she’s beautiful.

Those eyes burn so blue when she’s pissed. And those pouty poisonous lips; they belong around my cock. With those freckles sprinkled across her nose, that’s down and challenging me? The glare on her face rages my dick.

So. Fucking. Hard.

“You think you can take me, Mrs. Evans? That you can handle everything I can pound and punch into you with more than what’s between my legs?”Goddammit, I’m getting hard.“Oh, I’llmakesure you survive it. Because once I start, I don’t stop. You’ll be making more ofmeand screaming for it.”

Breath huffs from her lungs, heaving her tits in that innocent sundress. Fuck, her nipples are hard too. It makes mine respond—every part of me getting hard for her.

Thankfully, my heart is too.

She can’t break it.

No one can break me.

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