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I shake my head. “No, in another time it would’ve been perfect. You’re seriously hard to resist, Elle.”

“I’d say I’m sorry if it was too much, but honestly I’m not. Regardless, please don’t tell your parents how forward I was. They’re such nice people. Well, I haven’t met your mom yet but she’s so lovely on the phone.”

I smile to reassure her. “Don’t worry, it’s our secret.”

Once I’m in the truck I pause before driving off. Did I really just turn down sex with the hottest woman I’ve seen for a long time, maybe ever?

As I fire up the engine and gun the truck down the street my mood swings between feeling proud of myself for sticking to my plan, and idiotic for not encouraging her to lick my cock. I adjust myself and try to focus on the road. My raging hard-on better calm down before I get to the Anderson’s house.

Chapter Two

THE CROUCHING TIGER

I’
m on my second tumbler of coffee thanks to my sleepless night. It was the Elle effect, visions of my hands on her tits and my cock in her dirty mouth. I haven’t jerked off that many times in one night since I was a pent-up teenager.

My phone rings and the number looks vaguely familiar.

“Paul Junior?”

No one calls me that except provocative Elle. “Ms. Jacoby?”

“I thought we’d gotten past such formalities.”

I smile thinking of her inching her tank top up and how enticing her breasts were.

“I suppose we have. Good morning, Elle. What can I do for you?”

She lets out a long sigh. “Well, besides the obvious, I’m having a situation in my yard.”

“Okay. What’s that?”

“I was cutting some rosemary sprigs for my roast chicken when the sprinklers went off. And let me tell you it was quite a show.”

She’s such a tease. “Can you elaborate?”

“In that spot right next to the ringing bush, the thingy shot right out of the ground with a gush of water behind it. It’s like my lawn had an enormous orgasm.”

I can’t hold back my laugh, but a second later I’m pissed at myself for getting distracted on the job. I never finished securing the sprinkler head once she stepped into my focus with her ringing phone-in-the-bush situation.

“That’s a very vivid description, Elle.”

“I thought you’d like that. So what can be done since the gusher was dramatic? I’ve shut off the system until you can fix it.”

I’m tempted to rush over but then I remind myself of the risk.

“Actually I can talk you through it. It’s a simple fix.”

There’s a long pause. “I was hoping you could do it for me.”

“My day is completely booked,” I lie.

“You can’t squeeze me in?” she asks in a breathy voice.

Oh God, my cock is twitching thinking of squeezing
in
her. “Really Elle, let me explain it and you’ll see how easy it is.”

I can picture her pouting.

“So you know the thing that shot out of the hole? That’s the sprinkler head. If you know where it is, pick it up.”

“Give me a minute.”

My mind wanders to sexy places and I slide right into the danger zone. I wonder what she’s wearing and if it’s low cut. I let out a moan remembering her hard nipples.

“Do sprinkler heads turn you on?” she asks in a playful tone.

Shit
I didn’t realize she didn’t put me on hold. “No, not sprinkler heads. Actually I was remembering our almost show-and-tell last night. So are you wearing a bra now?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know? If you came over and helped me with this head situation you could find out for yourself.”

I swallow thickly wondering what kind of sexy bra she must wear. I bet it’s black.

“Sorry . . . back to the task at hand. All you have to do is get on your knees, take the head and push it deep in to the hole.”

“Oh, baby. I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

My cock is no longer twitching but throbbing at the idea of her.

“Can you do it?”

“Say it like you mean it.”

So that’s how she wants it. Why am I surprised? “Get on your knees right now and shove it in the hole like a good girl.”

She giggles then takes a deep breath. “Can I touch myself while I do it?”

“No!” I start palming myself, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“Okay. It’s in really deep. Now what?”

“Screw it.”

“What?” Her voice genuinely sounds aroused.

“Screw it in tight.”

“Yes, sir.”

A minute passes and I’m still stroking myself while thinking about her bent over.

“Sir, we have a problem. It won’t screw in. I think the threads are messed up.”

“All right, I’ll come over after work.”

“When?”

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to be there. I’ll bring a new head.”

“Oh, I’ll be there. Do you want me to wear a bra?”

I let out an exasperated groan. “Yes. And if you have a pair of baggy ugly sweats could you wear those too?”

“You told me not to touch myself while you were being bossy, but I may have been touching myself anyway. Have you?”

I can tell from her tone that she’s teasing but I want to believe she means it.

“I’ll see you at six, Ms. Jacoby.”

“Yes, sir.”

It’s five forty-five and I’m halfway to her house when I pull off the road and pick up my phone. I’m relieved when Jim answers immediately.

“Hey, Paul. What’s up?”

“I need some counsel. I’m feeling very weak.”

“Who is she?”

“One of Dad’s clients. I was at her house yesterday.”

“Is she attractive?”

“Unbelievably. I get worked up just thinking about her.”

“What’s her ass like? Shit. I’m sorry. Forget I asked that.”

I can’t help it. It makes me feel better that even Jim isn’t perfect. “Her ass is amazing. Really round and tight.”

“Damn. Look, it sounds like this woman is pushing all your buttons. Is there any way you can avoid her? Can someone else be sent out to the job?”

I think about getting Gabriel to do it but this strong feeling comes over me that I don’t want him near her. He’d fuck her for sure and then be an asshole about it.

“No, I’m the only one until Dad is back on his feet from his surgery.”

“Well then use the visualization techniques we’ve worked on. And get in and out as quickly as possible. Any lingering around leaves you vulnerable.”

I consider what he’s saying and repeat it in my head to make sure I’ve got it clear.

“Got it. In and out. No lingering.”

“You’re strong, Paul. Just remember your promise to yourself. Self-respect means everything.”

“It does.” I hated myself when I’d sneak out of a woman’s bed in the middle of the night and not even remember her name. Although I’m pretty sure I’d never forget Elle.

I think I’m clever by not ringing the doorbell and instead, let myself in the side gate to go straight to the backyard.

The last laugh’s on me, because when I step into the yard I see her in a chair just to the left of the repair sight. I immediately glance away and keep my eyes focused down.

“Hello, Paul Junior.”

I don’t look up as I lower myself to the ground. “Ms. Jacoby.”

“Thank you for coming. Did you bring your head with you?”

I feel a sweat break out across my brow. “I did.” I pull the sprinkler head out of my jacket pocket and wave it like a flag. I try not to look at her but the way the sun shines on her bare legs catches my eye. Her legs are crossed with one foot tapping the air. She’s wearing sandals with dangerously high heels. My gaze travels up higher to see her skirt has ridden up her thighs.
Holy hell.

“Nice sweats,” I mumble.

“I don’t do baggy sweats. But you’ll be happy to know I’m wearing a bra.”

The sweat is now trickling down my neck.

“A really sexy bra, if I do say so myself.”

She leans forward as she fingers the stem of her wine glass slowly. Her blouse dips open and reveals her overflowing cleavage and a hint of black lace. The view is everything I hoped it would be.

I turn back to the hole in the lawn and shove the head inside. But despite my maneuvering the damn thing won’t screw in. I pull the head back out and run my fingers inside the tread of the pipe in the ground. “Damn,” I curse when I realize what the problem is.

“So it wasn’t just me?” she asks.

“No, it wasn’t. I’m going to have to dig this out and I don’t have the tools here to do it with me. I came in my car. I’ll have to come back.”

“Tsk, tsk. What a shame.” She uncrosses her legs and then slowly crosses them in the other direction. It’s hypnotizing. If she does that a few more times I’m sure I’d be under her trance.

“Sorry about this.”

“Oh, it’s fine. So where are you off to now?”

Standing up, I brush off my knees. “I’m having dinner with my folks tonight. We do it every Thursday. They’re old-fashioned when it comes to family.”

She studies me with a faraway, kind of sad expression. I wonder what her family is like.

“Really? That’s so sweet,” she says, her tone sincere.

“And my mom’s a great cook.”

“Lucky man.”

“I am.”

Her message prompt goes off on her phone and I notice it’s tucked into the edge of her seat next to her naked thigh.

“More potential conquests?” I ask nodding to the phone.

She pulls the phone out. “Here let me look.” She reads the screen and then rolls her eyes. “Why does everyone want to tie me up?”

My eyes bug out imagining her tethered to my bedposts naked. “Seriously?”

She nods. “I’d show you but you need to leave.”

I glance down at my watch and I know I should leave but the horny man inside of me opens his mouth before I can stop him. “No, I’ve got some time.”

She stands up and smooths her skirt down. Her legs go on for miles. I can imagine them wrapped around me and I want it bad. I try to remember Jim’s advice but it’s all fuzzy in my head right now as all the blood is going to my cock instead of my brain.

She turns and walks across the grass and along the brick pathway with a swagger. Despite her high-heeled sandals she strides with confidence. I walk stiffly after her thanks to my stiffy.

Once inside, she pushes me down on her couch in her den, and then steps away. She returns with a glass of wine for me, and her glass refilled. As she sinks down onto the cushions I’m acutely aware of her thigh pressed up against mine as she holds up her phone. I take a big gulp of wine and try not to look down her blouse.

She taps her screen. “See, here’s a picture of Richard, who’s apparently a dom.”

I squint at the screen to see a beefy guy with tattoos holding handcuffs in his hand and a four-poster bed behind him with only a sheet over the mattress.

“Is this a potential hook-up?”

“Indeed it is. He wants to see me tonight in his lair. He’s insisted actually.”

“Really? So I’m guessing Richard won’t be bringing you flowers and taking you out for dinner.”

“Is that what you do with girls you date?”

“Yes,” I lie. I haven’t actually done that yet, but when I meet the right girl I will. It’s part of my master plan.

She sighs so loud it’s practically a swoon.

“Lucky girls. Are you for real? You know, you’re pretty dreamy—a stand-up kind of guy, who spends time with his family. To top it off you’re so easy on the eyes.”

Would she still think I’m dreamy if she knew what we did together in my wild fantasies last night?

She holds up her phone. “So no, if you read the text you’ll see that Richard only wants to tie me up and fuck me repeatedly.”

My chest tightens and my fingers clench into fists. “How repeatedly?”

“Well, he says in every orifice.”

I angrily grab the phone from her hand. “Are you serious? What the fuck?” I read his message and then turn to her. “You aren’t going to meet up with him, are you?”

“No. He doesn’t appeal to me at all, and I don’t want to be tied up and fucked in every orifice.”

“Glad to hear it. Hey, show me the latex guy you told me about.”

She takes her phone and runs her fingers over the screen until she finds what she’s searching for. She hands me the phone.

“This guy is perfectly ordinary looking. Good looking even. What the hell?”

“I know right? And I even think he’s married on top of it. See how there’s a thin stripe of skin that’s lighter on his ring finger?”