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At least tomorrow was Sunday and she
could sleep in a bit. Having Ernst with her had been a godsend. Mr. Sing had
wanted more than just her expertise in electricity, making a pass at her the
second she had handed him the bill.
She smiled as she remembered Ernst stepping between them and
asking him to please not hit on his woman. Mr. Sing had apologized and paid
her. The van ride back had been silent as she‘d mentally run over what she
needed to do.
So now, she wanted nothing more than to climb into bed. Of course,
there was one other thing she wouldn‘t mind doing and his name was Ernst.
Shaking her head to get her focus back, Kacy finished restocking the van and
shut the door.
Going inside the house, she saw Ernst leaning against the wall lead-
ing to the kitchen. His pale eyes were on her from the moment she walked in
the door. Kacy sent him a nervous smile. This man took her breath away.
―Thanks for going with me,‖ she offered as she closed the door to the
garage behind her.
―You get hit on a lot?‖ he asked, unfolding his body and walking to-
wards her.
―It happens,‖ Kacy said and shrugged that fact off. Kicking off her
shoes, she put her keys by the door.
―Well, I should get going,‖ Ernst said as he ran his hand down her
face.
―Thanks for dinner,‖ she said.
Looking into her eyes, Ernst leaned down to kiss her. The heat im-
mediately sparked to life. As if against his will, he drew away from her
tempting mouth. ―Dream of me Kacy, 'cause you know I will be dreaming of
you.‖ One more fast kiss and he was gone, slipping away into the night.
Slumping against the wall, Kacy closed her eyes and relived the feel
of his lips on hers. ―I am one stupid broad to let that man walk out of my
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door.‖ Disgusted with herself, she turned off the lights, walked down the hall
to her room, and put on her sleep clothes.
A pounding on the door startled her. Her next door neighbor, Mrs.
Wilder, was an elderly woman who would sometimes come over late at night
when she got spooked or needed to go to the emergency room. Heading up
the hall at a jog, she jerked the door open to find not her neighbor, but Ernst
standing at the other side of the door. Kacy‘s eyes grew wide as she backed
up almost to the wall of the entryway as he followed her inside. Not a word
passed his mouth as he grabbed her ass and hauled her up against him. His
lips ground on hers as he claimed her mind, soul, and body. She was his and
she knew it.
Clambering to get closer, she wrapped her legs around his waist as
his strong hands dug into the flesh of her ass. With one swift kick, he shut the
door behind him and carried her down the hall to her bedroom, shouldering
his way into the room.
Lips still mashed together, he laid her down on the bed and then fol-
lowed, covering her softer body with his firm one. Her hands began tugging
up his shirt as her skin searched for his, desperately needing to feel it upon
her own.
Ernst tore his mouth off hers and stared into her eyes as he tried to
regain control of his breathing. Sitting up, he whipped off his shirt. Naked
desire blazed in her gaze.
―Touch me,‖ he rasped.
Kacy sat up as well so they were knee to knee on her bed. Eyes rov-
ing over his exposed torso, she licked her lips in anticipation of touching such
a work of art. Reaching for the moderately haired chest, she laid her spread
hands across his pectorals. The heat of his skin burned her palms; the
coarseness of his chest hair contrasted with the smoothness of the rest.
Her hands moved down over his ribs and across his six pack, then
back up again and down his shoulders and arms. ―You are amazing,‖ she
whispered as she continued to touch his body. ―So strong.‖ Kacy looked at
how dark her skin was against his. Inhaling, she smelled the mixture of his
cologne, his natural scent, and the desire that flowed in the room.
With a direction and mind of their
could sleep in a bit. Having Ernst with her had been a godsend. Mr. Sing had
wanted more than just her expertise in electricity, making a pass at her the
second she had handed him the bill.
She smiled as she remembered Ernst stepping between them and
asking him to please not hit on his woman. Mr. Sing had apologized and paid
her. The van ride back had been silent as she‘d mentally run over what she
needed to do.
So now, she wanted nothing more than to climb into bed. Of course,
there was one other thing she wouldn‘t mind doing and his name was Ernst.
Shaking her head to get her focus back, Kacy finished restocking the van and
shut the door.
Going inside the house, she saw Ernst leaning against the wall lead-
ing to the kitchen. His pale eyes were on her from the moment she walked in
the door. Kacy sent him a nervous smile. This man took her breath away.
―Thanks for going with me,‖ she offered as she closed the door to the
garage behind her.
―You get hit on a lot?‖ he asked, unfolding his body and walking to-
wards her.
―It happens,‖ Kacy said and shrugged that fact off. Kicking off her
shoes, she put her keys by the door.
―Well, I should get going,‖ Ernst said as he ran his hand down her
face.
―Thanks for dinner,‖ she said.
Looking into her eyes, Ernst leaned down to kiss her. The heat im-
mediately sparked to life. As if against his will, he drew away from her
tempting mouth. ―Dream of me Kacy, 'cause you know I will be dreaming of
you.‖ One more fast kiss and he was gone, slipping away into the night.
Slumping against the wall, Kacy closed her eyes and relived the feel
of his lips on hers. ―I am one stupid broad to let that man walk out of my
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door.‖ Disgusted with herself, she turned off the lights, walked down the hall
to her room, and put on her sleep clothes.
A pounding on the door startled her. Her next door neighbor, Mrs.
Wilder, was an elderly woman who would sometimes come over late at night
when she got spooked or needed to go to the emergency room. Heading up
the hall at a jog, she jerked the door open to find not her neighbor, but Ernst
standing at the other side of the door. Kacy‘s eyes grew wide as she backed
up almost to the wall of the entryway as he followed her inside. Not a word
passed his mouth as he grabbed her ass and hauled her up against him. His
lips ground on hers as he claimed her mind, soul, and body. She was his and
she knew it.
Clambering to get closer, she wrapped her legs around his waist as
his strong hands dug into the flesh of her ass. With one swift kick, he shut the
door behind him and carried her down the hall to her bedroom, shouldering
his way into the room.
Lips still mashed together, he laid her down on the bed and then fol-
lowed, covering her softer body with his firm one. Her hands began tugging
up his shirt as her skin searched for his, desperately needing to feel it upon
her own.
Ernst tore his mouth off hers and stared into her eyes as he tried to
regain control of his breathing. Sitting up, he whipped off his shirt. Naked
desire blazed in her gaze.
―Touch me,‖ he rasped.
Kacy sat up as well so they were knee to knee on her bed. Eyes rov-
ing over his exposed torso, she licked her lips in anticipation of touching such
a work of art. Reaching for the moderately haired chest, she laid her spread
hands across his pectorals. The heat of his skin burned her palms; the
coarseness of his chest hair contrasted with the smoothness of the rest.
Her hands moved down over his ribs and across his six pack, then
back up again and down his shoulders and arms. ―You are amazing,‖ she
whispered as she continued to touch his body. ―So strong.‖ Kacy looked at
how dark her skin was against his. Inhaling, she smelled the mixture of his
cologne, his natural scent, and the desire that flowed in the room.
With a direction and mind of their
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