Wet

I open my eyes with renewed resolve.

“Sadly, yes I am.”

She pulls her shirt down low and full-on pouts.

“Believe me, there will be regret. However, I made a promise to my dad and a promise to myself. I used to be completely out of control, but now I’m a reformed man.”

“That sounds so dull.” She sighs and leans forward on her elbows. “I mean, what fun is that?”

“When I meet the one, it will be worth the wait. I want what my parents have.”

Her eyes go soft. She glances down at the table and rubs her fingers over the surface deep in thought. When she looks back up at me her eyes are glassy. “I wanted that once and even thought I found it, but I was wrong. I really hope you find it, Paul Junior.”

Her tender reaction makes me think there’s more to her than this vixen. I smile at her. “Thanks, Elle. And I hope you find the right guy to give you all that great sex you deserve.”

Before she lets me out the front door she turns to me, suddenly seeming more sober. She stares in my eyes. “Should I be embarrassed? Maybe it’s the beer, or maybe the heat, but there’s something about you. You brought the wild side out of me.”

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.