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Male Order

Amy Ruttan

Angela West is a romance author whose muse has flown the
coop since her ex-husband left her for a younger woman. She forgot about sex
and lust, until a new man started delivering her mail.

Bastien, a mocha-skinned god with a Cajun accent, is the new
mail carrier, and his smoldering looks promise more than politeness--much, much
more.

Deciding to throw caution to the wind and not live
vicariously through her characters, Angela seduces Bastien, but instead of a
one-night fling she finds something more in his arms. Yet, Angela has been
burned before and doesn’t know if she can let her heart be hurt again.

Chapter One

When the clock chimed ten in the morning my heart beat a
little bit faster. I ran to the front window and peeked through the drapes,
from the open window I could hear my neighbor’s mailbox squeaking. I could also
hear the sound of his iPod blasting out a steady beat of hip-hop music, which
kept him moving as he walked his route. Usually I wasn’t this excited about the
prospect of getting mail—that was until about four months ago, when the mail
started coming later.

I was very pleased to find out why when I met the new
mailman Bastien.

Letting the curtain I was clutching drop back into place I
ran to the entranceway and stood in front of the mirror above the cherry wood
table where I usually dumped my keys. I straightened my tight, white halter top
and ran a hand over my already-smooth hair.

I can’t believe I’m going to do this.

It was something I had been fantasizing about for months,
ever since Bastien had started delivering the mail in my neighborhood. I had
been living a somewhat cloistered life since my divorce. I settled into a
routine, and the days began to blur into one another. It was the day I went out
at eight to get my mail and it wasn’t there. It freaked me out. It was part of
my routine, it broke up my day.

So I waited in my sweats, clutching a cup of coffee watching
for Hank the mailman. Instead I learned that morning Hank had retired and was
replaced by a thirty-something, muscle-honed, ebony Adonis.

The Adonis handed me my mail, tipped his hat and said
“Ma’am” in a honeyed southern drawl that made my toes curl in my Crocs. His
chocolate eyes seemed to take me, and I couldn’t help but picture all the
naughty things we could do together. Yet, in my shocked state of mind, all I
could do was push my glasses back up the bridge of my nose, take the mail and
then run inside to hide my crazy, bag lady-type appearance from him.

Bastien delivered the mail around ten in the morning. He
always had a bright smile and a suggestive look in his eyes. I began to
fantasize about him when I pleasured myself at night—it was his face, his body
I pictured thrusting into me.

The mailman of all people!

Bastien was not the typical hero I wrote about. I was a
romance writer, I wrote to people’s fantasies. I wrote about cowboys,
swashbucklers, leather-clad bad boys. Never in my wildest dreams would I have
ever thought about writing an erotic romance about a mailman—a sweet, smiling
and very courteous postal worker.

Still, Bastien wasn’t what you would call the typical
mailman. At least not the type I was used to seeing. Bastien was
broad-shouldered and had rippling muscles and a smile like Denzel Washington.
His smile brightened my day, made me feel like a giddy schoolgirl with her
first crush. I hadn’t felt this alive in a long time. My divorce has certainly
sucked the life out of me—in fact I had been dwelling in a writer’s block for
some time. When Bastien showed up and gave me a glimpse of his sweet southern
charm, my muse became fired, among other things.

I found reasons to be waiting by the door for my mail.
Suddenly my neglected garden was getting much-needed attention—digging in the
dirt, weeding was the perfect excuse. Also pretending to just be going out as
he walked up was another of my favorites.

We always had a nice chat before he carried on his way. I
was the last house on his delivery route. Of course I never got past the
initial pleasantries. What I wanted to do was throw myself in his arms and beg
him to take me. I knew I was a few years older than he and really, what would a
young stud like him want with me?

I decided to take a leaf out of one of my own books. I was
going seduce Bastien and pray it didn’t blow up in my face and he didn’t laugh
at me. I thought he wanted me though, I saw the way his eyes raked over my body
the other day. There was lust there, and I didn’t want a relationship. I just
wanted no-strings-attached sex.

I wanted to be fucked.

And dammit I was going to take the chance for once. I was
tired of living vicariously through my characters.

Steady girl
. I smoothed my hair once again as the
sound of his iPod blasting muffled music floated through the open window. I
could hear his footsteps coming up my gravel walkway, and I knew today he would
have to ring the doorbell. Today he was delivering a package from a certain
adult shop, one I would have to pay C.O.D. for. And the money for this package
was in the bottom drawer of the dresser in my bedroom.

The doorbell rang and I sucked in a deep breath.
Go for
it, don’t chicken out now.
I flung open the door the butterflies in my
stomach seemed to be on some sort of roller-coaster ride as I met Bastien’s
lazy smile. My fingernails were digging into the wood of the doorframe as I
tried to quell the quaking in my body. This was a bold move for hermit like me.

“Good morning, Miss West.” His southern accent poured over
me like warm liquid honey. “I have a large package her for you, a C.O.D.” I
watched as he flipped open his almost-empty mail bag and pulled out the
innocuous brown-paper package.

“How much?” I stared at the package, feigning interest in
its contents, even though I knew exactly what was lying under the wrapping
paper.

“Twelve fifty exactly,” he smiled up at me again, those
chocolate eyes raking my body. My nipples hardened under his appreciative gave,
my blood firing and my body humming with anticipation. He was looking at my
outfit. My tennis outfit that consisted of a short, pleated, white skirt and
halter top. “Going to hit a few balls?” he asked innocently.

I tried not to choke on his remark. I smiled brightly up at
him and took the package from him. My fingers brushing his hand, his skin hot
and soft. I cleared my throat and tucked the box under my arm.

“You could say that. Actually, you better come inside—my
money is up in my dresser.”

Bastien cocked an eyebrow and I panicked for a second.
Relief swept through me as he nodded. “Sure, I could do with some AC before I
start the long hike back to my truck.” I stepped aside as Bastien entered my
house and shut the door behind me. He was standing in the entranceway, staring
up at the cathedral ceiling.

“I’m sorry if I’m keeping you from your work.”

“Nah, I have the afternoon off. Once I deliver your package
I am as free as a bird.”

Yes
my body seemed to scream in excitement. I cleared
my throat and steadied my resolve once more. “Well, I’ll get that money for
you. Just follow me.” I brushed past him, but if he had any qualms about
following me he didn’t let on. He dropped his now-empty mail bag by the door
and slipped off his sneakers.

Walking up the stairs ahead of him, I was glad I decided
against wearing panties under my skirt when I heard him suck in a deep breath.
He was getting a good view of my bare ass. I paused on the landing and raised
one leg up on the next step.

“Sorry, just an itch.” I put the package down and leaned
over to scratch the nonexistent itch on my ankle. Bastien murmured something
under his breath as he got an unfettered view of my shaved pussy. “There,
that’s better.” I flashed him a winsome smile as I picked up the box and
continued my way up the rest of the stairs, wondering if his cock was growing
hard under that uniform of his.

I wandered into my bedroom and tossed the parcel on my
king-sized bed. When I turned around I saw Bastien was lingering in the
doorway, standing there uncertain.

“Come on in.”

Bastien took a step inside and I bent over to retrieve the
money from the bottom drawer of my dresser.

“Jesus,” he whispered, his voice hitching in his throat.

“Pardon?” I asked, turning around.

“Nothing.” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked up my
ceiling again. I could see a fine sheen of sweat breaking across his brow in my
air-conditioned house.

“Oh.” I batted my eyelashes, my stomach doing flip-flops, my
whole body alive and yelling at me to throw myself in his arms. Instead I held
out the money to him, my hand shaking slightly. “Here you go.”

Bastien reached out and took the money from me, his fingers
brushing my skin, searing me with his heat. I closed my eyes and let out a
sigh, biting my lip as I pictured his hands kneading my breasts. When I looked
at him he was still standing there, staring at me, his brown eyes now dark with
raging lust a promising sign he might stay. He had his money for the C.O.D.,
yet he remained frozen on the spot.

“Thanks,” he murmured as he looked in confusion at the money
in his hand. Like he had forgotten why he had come up here. He shifted back and
forth on his feet and then nervously rubbed the back his neck again.

“Well, I suppose you have a girlfriend or someone special to
get back to this afternoon?”

It was actually something I had overlooked and just occurred
to me that a man this fine would probably be attached.

“No, I have no one. I was planning to watch some TV, maybe
have a beer.” He looked up at me. His eyes were like two dark pools of obsidian
and twinkling. “Was the package something you’ve been waiting on for a long time?”

“Oh this?” I walked over and picked up the parcel peeling
off the brown wrapping paper. I was usually private about my sex toys. Not even
my ex-husband saw them, not that he would have approved. He wasn’t secure in
his own sexuality, it was a man’s job to pleasure a woman by thrusting in and
out of her, and that was all there was to it. I opened the box and smiled in
appreciation at what was inside. “No, I haven’t been waiting a long time, but
it’s very much needed. In fact this is going to be a definite life saver.”

“Really?”

“Yes, this came at the perfect time I think.” I pulled out a
thick, long ebony dildo. It was a lifelike dildo down to every last detail. My
blood heated with the thought of showcasing it in front of the man I had been
lusting after for so long. Looking up at him, I could see it was having the
effect on him I wanted.

Bastien wasn’t disgusted, or shocked. In fact I could see
the firm bulge in the tight uniform shorts he wore. He was aroused by it.

“It’s an impressive package don’t you think?” I tried not to
cringe at my own blatant sexual innuendo.

A charming dimpled smile broke across Bastien’s face. “I’ve
seen better.”

“Have you?”

“Indeed I have, Miss West.” He took a step forward, closing
the gap between us. My hand was still clenched around the dildo, my eyes locked
with his. He wrapped his large hand around the one still holding the sexual
aid. “You say this is a life saver and what I don’t understand is why does a
beautiful woman like you need this?”

“It’s obvious. I haven’t had any sex since my now ex-husband
left me for a younger woman.”

Bastien looked visibly shocked. “Is he a fool?”

“I think so. Frankly I’m glad he’s gone, but I do have
urges…needs.” I moved in closer so my breasts brushed against his chest.

He leaned over, his breath hot on my neck. “I have needs
too. I’m new to this area and I haven’t had the luxury of woman’s company for a
long, long time.” He pulled the dildo from my hand and dropped it back in the
box. “If it’s need you want fulfilled I would be more than happy to oblige you,
Angela.”

I could feel the moisture pooling between my thighs, my
nipples hard, begging to be sucked and touched by him.

“So you think you can give me what I need better than what’s
in my package?”

“Oh I know I can.” He chuckled in a confident tone, a smile
tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Well, we shall see…”