[Polyamour] Womack, Betty Hot Wired

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.“Hi.” He lifted his hand in greeting and smiled her way.“I’m Baron.From Baron’s electrical repair and installation shop.”A real tight-ass name.She hoped he wasn’t.“How nice.” She stood aside to let him inside the house.“You’re right on time.”“I don’t like to keep people waiting.” He smiled, and she could have sworn he had that Prince Charming glint in his eyes.“What can I do for you today, Ms.Bell?”Getting her eyes off his hard, bunched ass took effort.“I’m Carol.” While he dropped the well-used canvas bag on the floor, she re-checked his hands.No wedding ring.“The air conditioning went out last night, and now the ceiling fans have quit.”“Don’t like the heat, huh?” He laughed, and the male sound pinched her nipples into peaks against the sleeveless white silk top she wore.“I’ll get you cooled off as quickly as possible.”“I’m counting on that.” She didn’t leave the room, dropping down into a wing chair to watch him.“You from around here, Baron?”He got a chair from the kitchen and easily climbed onto it, fiddling with the ceiling fan for several minutes before looking down at her.“Yeah.I was born on a ranch a few miles from Loveland.”A cowboy.Carol sat forward.“I was born outside Orlando.” She frowned lightly.“I couldn’t wait to leave the place.”He rested his hands on his trim hips, looking up at the damn fan.“Could be just a blown fuse.” His gaze held hers for several seconds.It was then she saw the sexual interest in his dark blue eyes.“This could take awhile, Carol.Want to show me the basement?”Hell yes.She wanted to show him anything he wanted to see.He handed her a small business card with his name on it.Small jobs only.She had a job for him, and it wouldn’t take long.“It’s dark down there, so you’d better have a good flashlight.” Carol left her chair and led the way to the basement door.She opened it wide and went down several steps before stopping.He hadn’t turned on the flashlight yet and was close enough to brush against her back.She turned to look up, and her face met the zipper of his jeans.His hand caught her jaw while she steadied herself.He was in no hurry to move her out of the way.“Let me light things up for you.” He stepped down to stand beside her.Maybe it was the heat, but she could smell testosterone and sagebrush cologne.Okay, take it easy.He may not be horny just because you are.“I’ll move out of the way.” She turned to lean against the wall.Could she help it if her tits jutted out on their own accord? Of course, he would have to work hard to avoid contact with her.Thank heavens the guy was no introverted shrinking violet.He faced her full-on, his warm pecs pressing against her boobs.Her belly muscles quivered, and her pussy tightened until she thought she would scream.He wasn’t stupid.The soft intake of his breath meant the chase was on.She didn’t want to scare him off by tearing into him.His smile was tantalizing in the glow of the flashlight’s beam.He went down the steps and flipped several switches.“No power.” He was talking business, and she wanted to hear moans and groans.“I’ll fool around here until I find the trigger.”He had some way of talking.She liked it.“I’ll go back upstairs and light some candles.” She turned to call down to him as an afterthought.“I used the last of the ice.There’s a bottle of wine in the refrigerator that should still be cold.” She wanted to send a message of consent if he happened to be inclined to have sex.She unbuttoned her blouse and untied the knot she’d tied in the hem.“That is, if you’re interested.”Baron came to the stair landing and wiped his forehead.“I’m mighty interested, Carol.” He tilted his head to one side and gave her a sexy smile.“You wouldn’t happen to have any fuses in the house?”Carol almost laughed.Her fuse was already lit.She’d better cool the flames for now.“I’ll check around.What do they look like?” While there was still daylight to see by, she hurried around lighting candles.She heard his delicious laugh rising up from the dark basement.He was coming back up.“They’re short and cylinder-shaped.I’ll call Sham.He can bring some over.” He stood near the kitchen door, looking around.“He’ll be here before you know it.” He opened his cell phone and punched in a number.Carol listened absently while he talked, mentally squeezing every visible bulge on his body.No use wasting time gawking at him.Either he would or he wouldn’t.She went into the kitchen and got three glasses out of the dishwasher.She hadn’t thought about unloading it since the lights had gone out.She was glad to find the bottle of merlot still had a slight chill on it.She gasped with surprise to find him standing right behind her when she closed the door and turned around.“It’s left over from my birthday party.” Now why had she felt it necessary to say that? “Grab those glasses, if you don’t mind.”“Three?” He followed after her, carrying the wine glasses.She sat down on the sofa, holding the bottle out toward him.“Thought maybe Sham might want a drink.”“You know.” He took the wine and filled the glasses, and sat down beside her.“You’ll like Sham.He’s quite the gourmet cook and wine snob.”Carol snorted in her glass.“Wait till he gets a taste of this.”He sat down beside her, and damn if his leg didn’t feel like part of hers.Since he was so close, she looked him over.She loved his teasing smile as her greedy eyes took in every inch of his solid body.She didn’t mind when he leaned closer to trace her jaw with his finger.His long-lashed eyes had a familiar gleam, and they suggested he was interested in seeing how far she would go.He put his glass on the table and dove into the meat of the subject.“You know, you’re sexy, Carol.” He inhaled deeply.“Sexy as hell.”She leaned back against the warm cushions.“So, what do you do in a situation like this?”He tugged on her blouse, smiling at the tumble of her breasts as they spilled free [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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