Page 13 of Four-ever Single

“Sorry you guys were called out for nothing,” she said softly.

“Well, I wouldn’t say it was for nothing,” he remarked casually. “I did notice a damaged extension cord by the TV, which poses a fire hazard. Jones will stay back and assist with that.”

I pulled my brows together in confusion.

“I will?”

“Yes. We take safety very seriously in the Beaumont Creek Fire Department, and I cannot, in good faith, allow you to leave knowing that the frayed cord could spark a fire. Please stay behind and deal with that.”

I stepped closer to him and furrowed my brow in confusion.

“Are you okay?” I asked, wondering if the call being for his sister’s house had done something to freak him out. “It was a false alarm; there’s nothing to be worried about.”

“I’m not worried about it being a false alarm, Jones. I’m worried about taking you to the nursing home with that thing sticking out and all of the residents fighting over who gets to grab it. Or worse yet—having someone lose an eye. Stay here and deal with whatever is going on between the two of you. Once you’re good, you can meet up with us later.”

I looked down to notice my erection had only gotten worse, jutting straight out. I rolled my head back on my neck and closed my eyes, wondering if I could be any more mortified.

Eight

Bella

I wasn’t sure what was more embarrassing—having my neighbors call for help because they could hear me moaning through the stupidly thin walls or the fact that Jones was told not to go back to work until his erection went away.

I hadn’t expected to see him today, but in all fairness, it wasn’t like I was planning for a visit from the local fire department. If I had been, I would have thrown on a bra and fixed my hair before opening the door and seeing the mortified look on Lia’s brother’s face when he realized what was really going on.

“Everything okay?” I asked nervously, chewing my nail as Jones closed the door and locked it.

He lowered his head as his shoulders rose and fell with the breath he exhaled.

I wrapped my arms tighter around myself and waited for him to turn and face me. His schooled expression helped keep me from glancing down to see if he was still hard. I had no business looking, but then again, I didn’t have much restraint now that I knew what he was packing and what he could do with it.

He nodded his head, still not saying anything.

“I’m really sorry—” I started but snapped my mouth shut when he held his hand up to stop me.

I pressed my lips together, fighting the urge to speak.

“What were you doing, Bella?” he asked, his voice sounding strangled, as if his throat was too tight to allow the words to come out.

I swallowed hard, looking down at the floor.

“Nothing. Just moving some furniture around,” I lied, toeing a line in the carpet.

“Really?”

I could hear the change in his tone as he stepped closer, now merely inches away from me. The heat from his body sending heat waves washing over mine.

“Moving furniture makes you moan loud enough for your neighbors to call for help?”

I kept my head down, embarrassment washing over me as I recalled exactly what I had been thinking about when I came hard enough to lose control.

“Does moving furniture make your nipples hard, too?” he pressed, lifting my chin with his finger and forcing my eyes up to meet his. “Or were you doing something else?”

He leaned into me, the feel of his erection brushing against my stomach. I looked into his eyes and saw the same desire I had seen there the other night. Without giving it a second thought, I jumped into his arms, wrapped my legs around his waist, and pressed my lips against his.

A deep, guttural growl erupted from his throat as he deepened the kiss and gripped my ass as he carried me down the hallway and to my bedroom. He kicked the door shut and locked it before setting me on the bed and standing in front of me.

“Do you want me to move some furniture for you, or are you already wet for me?” he teased, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor.

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