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Sarah needs a little love. It’s been a long time since a man has satisfied her. She seeks out a younger man in her neighborhood who has the reputation on pleasing women and taking control. Sarah lures Chase back to her house with the simple excuse of needing a light bulb changed. But once she’s alone with Chase and she learns he’s a Dom, she begins to wonder if she’s really ready for the pleasure that he can bring. And Chase is sure she is the submissive he’s been looking for.
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Sarah paced her living room. What had she done? Did she really just walk down to the neighborhood pool and ask Chase to change a light bulb? Light bulbs that weren’t even blown. But by the way he looked at her, he had to know this wasn’t really about that.
What if he was laughing with his buddies this very moment that some old lady wanted his help with something stupid? She did not think this through. That is what happens when you haven’t had sex and you decide you want it. She wasn’t thinking straight; hormones were doing the thinking.
But Chase had looked incredibly sexy. He was shirtless and wearing navy floral trunks. His skin was a golden bronze color and almost matched his dirty blond locks. He had large brown eyes that held a seductive gaze at all times. When he’d looked her body up and down, she caught a slight bulge in his pants, which had caused a reaction in her she hadn’t expected. It had been a long time since just a look caused her stomach to flip in anticipation. But there was no way he was attracted to her. Surely she hadn’t really seen him harden.
There was a light knock on the front door. He was here. Sarah straightened her white shorts and black tank top. Clearing her throat, she opened the door.
“Hi Chase, thanks for coming on such short notice.”
Chase stepped inside and, as he walked past her, Sarah took in his appearance. He changed into khaki cargo shorts and a wife beater shirt. His muscles were well defined and her mouth watered. She wanted to touch them so bad, to see just how hard they would feel.
Closing the door, she watched as Chase looked up at her fan. “This is the fan that needs the light changed?”
She nodded. Damn, maybe she had read his body language wrong. Perhaps he was just here to change that stupid bulb after all.
“I guess I’ll climb up here to check it out, then.”
“Thanks, I really appreciate it. I’m sure you would much rather be doing something else with your friends.”
As he climbed the ladder, he looked back at her. “It’s no problem, really. I’m always glad to help a beautiful woman.”
Did he really think she was beautiful, or was he just being nice? She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice Chase was now off the ladder and standing in front of her.
“You didn’t really ask me here for help with your lights, did you?” he asked.
She shook her head. If she had wanted to speak, there was no way she could. His stare was heavy and she wasn’t sure if he was mad or about to kiss her.
“Tell me why you asked me here.”
Olivia’s world is torn to pieces when her boyfriend leaves her for a younger woman. But she has no time to dwell on it, she must pick-up the pieces for her children. And the first thing on her list is hiring a sitter. In return though, she gets a very unexpected surprise.
Jamie loves children. He comes from a big family and can’t wait to start his own one day. From the moment he meets Olivia and her children, he feels like this is where he’s suppose to be. But he mustn’t act on how he feels and does his best to stay professional, even with Olivia making it very difficult for him.
As Olivia and Jamie try their best to fight the way they’re feeling and figure out of it can work, her ex-boyfriend shows back up to complicate things. After a string of her own lies, can Olivia figure out what it is she really wants?
Jamie’s gaze followed Olivia’s ass as she walked toward the fridge. She bent slightly over reaching for the ketchup, and he was worried his erection was going to burst out of his pants. The way she looked at him as she headed back to her plate of food, he wasn’t sure if she was hungry for those fries or him. He had never met a woman with so much sexual desire, it was almost pouring from her veins. He wasn’t sure about the story with the ex, but that man had to be crazy for leaving.
Ketchup was on the corner of her mouth. Instinctively, he grabbed the towel, leaned forward, and wiped her mouth. Her eyes locked on his and, before he could even think twice, his hand wrapped around the back of her neck and pulled her to him. Her mouth met his just as fiercely and opened, letting his tongue slide in. The taste of ketchup met his taste buds and the need to taste more of her sprung through his body.
Olivia gripped his shoulders and pulled him closer. His free hand took hold of her waist. His erection shoved into her stomach. The kiss was like fire and even though he knew he should be resisting, he had to keep playing. Turning his head to the side, he deepened the kiss. She tasted so good and felt even better in his arms.
Pushing her back slightly against the counter, he nudged her legs apart with his knee, pressing his thigh tightly between. His dick was so hard now, it hurt.
Her mouth left his and for a moment he almost had time to stop and think about how wrong this was, but then her tongue swirled around his ear lobe and he was gone again.
His aching hands found her breasts, full and large. He cupped them, but imagined his face pressed between them instead. Licking his lips, he couldn’t wait to taste them.
“Mr. Jamie.” A little girl’s voice called from the living room.
Frozen, he took a step back from Olivia.
“Just a minute,” he called back. Olivia’s eyes were full of passion. She bit her lip and he could tell she was nervous, but not for a second did she regret what happened. He knew this had been very wrong and he hated what he had to say. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
A smile crossed her face when he had expected something different.
“I don’t think you are.”
Her hand reached down, touching his erection. He sucked in, now biting his lip to try a push away the urge to grind into it.
Letting her hand drop, she strutted past him to go to her daughter. His gaze once again followed her round little ass in her pencil skirt. She was right. If Morgan hadn’t interrupted them, he would have been finding out what it was like under that skirt.