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She trusted him, Thad assured himself, so he would have to trust her in return. He’d obviously been sidetracked by trying to figure out what Lissa called him to her house for—construction inspection or pleasure. Getting her to sign a silence agreement before he laid a hand on her had completely slipped his mind.

He wasn’t about to demand she sign one now.

What he was going to do was take the pink vibrator, with its rabbit-shaped clit stimulator, he discovered under her bed and use it to drive her wild.

Lissa opened her legs wider and her pussy lips parted, exposing her blood-red clit. He’d seen a lot of women this way, stripped as bare as possible. Still, the sight of her cunt slick with cream and clenching in anticipation of his invasion had his balls drawing tight. She was wet enough for him to slide inside her right this minute. Much as he wanted to bury himself between her fleshy thighs, he wanted to make the moment last more. Because she was a good paying client and they deserved the best.

Angling the ears of the clit stimulator toward her right thigh, he buzzed it gently against her skin. Her leg jerked and a whimper came from the other side of the short wall of pale green sheets. He touched the ears down on her other thigh with the same light buzz. Her sex clenched. Juices trickled from her hole, lifting her sexy scent on the air and making his mouth water with the want to taste her.

Bringing the vibrator partway up her thigh, he brought the ears down on her sensitized flesh as he bent forward and licked the length of her slit.

Lissa ground against his tongue. He lapped at her folds, and she writhed and moaned, “I want your dick in me. Now!”

He wanted to put it there, before the damned thing split open his best jeans. First, she was getting a second orgasm.

Drawing back on his knees, Thad gave her plump pink cunt a slap. She squeaked out another plea for his cock. He laughed, relieving a small part of his tension. Hard to believe he thought her a doer not a sayer just a short while ago. “Be a good girl and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

“I never would have guessed you for a tease.”

“All part of the job.” He grimaced with the slipup. Some women got off on the idea he was a stud they paid to fuck. Others lost all trace of desire the moment they remembered he was only theirs for the duration of the session.

Before she could give his words thought, he brought the plastic ears of the vibrator to her clit and buzzed it full on.

Her pussy flooded with scarlet. Her ass lifted off the floor and she attempted to pull her legs together.

He used his shoulders to push them back apart. “Don’t be getting any ideas about fighting the pleasure. Wouldn’t want to have to spank you to keep you in line.”

Actually, he would love to swat her round ass, watch the supple skin turn pink, but that wouldn’t be happening this time around.

He lifted the ears from her clit. She sighed, obviously thinking he was going to follow her order and slip his dick inside her. Grinning, he used his fingers to spread her labia farther apart and eased the shaft of the vibrator inside her instead.

Lissa gasped with the penetration. Then moaned, loud and long, when he rocked the dildo deep inside her, bringing the buzzing bunny ears right back tight to her clit. He gave her a handful of seconds to adjust to the overload of sensation, and then added his tongue to the mix, licking the wet flesh surrounding the vibrator. Dipping between the bunny ears to nibble at her clit.

She bucked hard against his mouth. The dildo slipped farther inside her. Her breath caught loudly. “I’m going to come,” she wailed. “I don’t want to come.”

Thad’s licking stopped short. He lifted his head to eye her over the wall of sheets. Fuck, if that wasn’t a mistake.

She had those huge tits in her hands, her fingers wrapped around the nipples. Pinching, pulling, tugging them into furiously hard, red points. She’d managed to get his zipper undone and his cock partway out of his boxers when they’d been messing around on the bed. Now it twitched hard, escaping his clothes entirely. One look at her freckled cheeks and blood-swollen lips and he knew he wouldn’t be delaying her order a second longer. He needed to get his dick inside her before he came on the carpet.

Only, by the sounds of things, she’d changed her mind about that order.

Holding tight to his need, he asked, “You don’t?”

Lissa sank her teeth into her lower lip and gave her head a shake. Copper tendrils of hair swept against the sticky skin of her neck. “Not without you inside me,” she said thickly. “Fuck me, Thad.”

His heart stampeded with the desperation in her words and the pleading in her hazy green eyes. If it was a wet dream he remembered her from, then those had to be the words she was shouting to him in it.

Yanking a condom from the pocket of his jeans, Thad sheathed himself with a speed born of years of doing precisely that. To the sound of her anxious panting, he pulled the vibrator out of her body and took hold of her soft butt cheeks. He tipped her hips up to allow for the deepest penetration possible and then held his breath and pushed his cock inside.

Her pussy sucked him in greedily. Her ass bucked in his hands. “Yes! Oh God, thank you. Yes!”

Those were words he’d never been able to resist. The feel of her cunt milking him with her building orgasm was equally irresistible.

Gripping her ass cheeks hard, wishing he could see her fondling her luscious tits, he shoved into her creamy hole again and again. Alternating the speed when her sex clamped down tightly around him to ensure her clit was getting hit at the right angle for ultimate pleasure.

Lissa purred with her release. An honest to God purr that reminded him of all the cloth and metal animals getting it on in Sam’s room. “You are such a nice guy,” she panted as her juices flooded around his cock. “Sooo nice.”

The words were about as far off as they could be, but Thad wasn’t in the mind-set to quibble. Shit, he wasn’t in a mind-set at all. Every ounce of his brainpower thundered through his body, building pressure at his lower spine and snugging his balls painfully tight before they finally gave way.

His cock exploded, cum pelting latex at breakneck speed. He pinched his nails into her bottom with the force of the climax, aware it probably hurt but not really giving a care just now.

The way her pussy hit him with another wave of cream said she didn’t give a care just now either. That or she got off on the pain. Kink was fine by him. Using the sheets to tie her to the bed and take her helpless body in every way imaginable sounded pretty damned fine too.

Only, he’d done his job and, unless Lissa paid for another screw, he wasn’t going to be touching her again, let alone tying her up spread-eagle so he could eat her out.

Thad let go of her butt and pulled out of her. Generally, he used the minutes following sex to make small talk and stroke the client’s ego—whatever it took to see she called for his services again. That he’d considered having Lissa again, when work wasn’t an issue, told him small talk and ego stroking were bad ideas.

He came to his feet to find her lying with her eyes closed, hands filled with her breasts, breathing coming short and fierce. Giving her time to come down, he left the bedroom to search out a bathroom. He found one immediately next to her room, and washed up and righted his clothes before returning to the bedroom. She laid on the floor yet, eyes open now and breathing more regular, but still with her tits in her hands.

Hell, that was distracting.

Her eyes met his and her lips curved in a satiated smile. He’d never noticed before how much smaller and thinner the top one was. The imperfection should have helped to turn his testosterone off. Instead it made him want to drop down on the floor and see if her upper lip felt or tasted any different than the bottom one.

Thad returned her smile but otherwise stood still. “I hate to ruin the moment for you, sweetheart, but we need to talk fees and paperwork.”

Her eyes fell back closed on a sigh. “I feel like a limp noodle. I don’t know that I can move, let alone walk to the kitchen.”

“What’s in the kitchen?”

“I didn’t figure you could quote me accurately without seeing all of the damage. There’s some moisture gathering in here and then that bad patch I showed you in Sam’s room, but the roof’s also leaking over the kitchen.”

Thad’s gut did a slow tightening with her serious tone. Lissa thought he meant fees and paperwork in regards to working on her house. For fixing her roof. Which meant she really had called him here for construction services. Was that it? “What kind of moisture are we talking about?”

Opening her eyes, she attempted to push to a sitting position, only to fall back on the carpet when the sheets around her middle refused to budge. “I don’t know. I specialize in interior design and decorating. Most anything building related beyond that is out of my realm.”

Though the last thing he wanted to do right now was touch her, he couldn’t very well let her continue to flounder around on the floor. Bending down, he lifted her up and planted her on her feet. He fumbled around with the sheets for a while before deciding they were never going to ease up from this end and yanked the other end out from under the mattress. Finally, he was able to get her free. Get all those curves out in the open. Those gorgeous tits inches from his face and her hairless pussy nearly as close and still smelling of her climax.

He’d never allowed a construction client to become a pleasure client in the past for good reason. Unfortunately, he had the sinking feeling he hadn’t done that this time either.

If his gut was right, Lissa didn’t have a clue he was a gigolo. “When you were talking about moisture gathering before, did you mean on your ceiling?”

She fell into a lazy stretch that did wickedly carnal things to her body. “Of course, I meant on my—” Both the stretch and her words stopped short. Color rose into her cheeks, bringing out her freckles in masses once again. “You thought I was propositioning you,” she said quietly, clearly embarrassed about it. “I didn’t mean to sound that way. I’m attracted to you, obviously, but I never meant to get you right into my bed.”

She looked around the room, as if she was searching for a way to set things right, and then forewent the search to fling herself back on the bed. “There’s the moisture spot. I can never find it except when I’m laying in bed. A trick of the lighting, I guess.”

The trick of the moment wasn’t the lighting, but the way she got his cock raging all over again with her flounce and how it resulted in a whole body jiggle.

Thad forced his gaze to follow her finger to the ceiling. He still couldn’t see any water damage and he wasn’t about to lie down beside her to find it. “I’d like to take this job on, but I’m not sure that’d be such a good idea after what just happened.”

Lissa shot up in the bed. The pleading was back in her eyes, though for entirely different reasons. “It was a mistake. It won’t happen again, I swear. Unless you want it to. Not that I expect you to want it to. You’re too nice of a guy to sleep around.”

Where the hell did she get this nice-guy impression of him? Was she a friend or relative of a previous construction client? Is that why he thought she looked vaguely familiar? “Where did you hear about Loose Screws?”

Sliding off the end of the bed, she went to the dresser across from the foot of it. She grabbed a T-shirt and tugged it over her head. “I pulled a business card off a bulletin board in one of the downtown shops.”

She’d covered herself up for his sake, Thad knew. But the T-shirt skimming just south of her sex and her nipples pressing against the thin fabric were in some ways more erotic than having her stand naked before him. He focused on her face. “You don’t know any of the company’s past clients?”

“No.” She frowned. “Should that concern me?”

So much for her trust. Not that he could blame Lissa for rescinding it after what went down. He wasn’t a nice guy, but her behavior now suggested she was usually a nice girl. “They’ve all been happy with the end results. I can give you a list of references if you’d like.”

Her smile came back. “Not necessary. Like I said, I trust you.”

Damn big mistake there, giving that trust right back again. Of course, it wouldn’t matter in his decision making, since Loose Screws couldn’t afford to turn down this job. “My partners and I will fix your roof, on the condition you don’t say anything to them about what happened.”

“Oh. Okay.”

She looked chagrined, like she thought he was disgusted with himself for sleeping with her. Knowing the strange way most women’s minds worked, she probably thought he was put off by her fuller figure.

Hell, if she knew the truth….

She couldn’t know the truth, but he also wouldn’t leave her thinking the worst. “For the record, I want it to happen again, but it’s not going to. I need to keep my energy saved up for activities that pay the bills.”

“He was such a nice guy.” Legs dangling over the edge of the kitchen counter, Lissa lay back against the white and blue Formica and pouted at the water-stained ceiling. Thad had been gone more than an hour and she still couldn’t stop moping over his parting words. “All he cared about was my pleasure, Sammy. Just me. That has never happened before.”

“I always put your pleasure first when we were an item, so I’ll assume present company doesn’t count. As for lover boy, don’t you worry, honey, he’ll be here Monday morning wearing nothing but a tool belt and that suck-u-licious smile.”

She laughed. “You wish.” Sobering, she admitted, “So do I.” But the odds were next to zilch.

Thad had put her needs first for a short while, but his primary focus was on work. It proved what a nice guy he was, to tell her the truth of his priorities instead of dragging her into a relationship the way so many past jerks had done, Sam non inclusive. True to his word, Sam had always put her first, but that was years ago, back before he realized men were more his style.

As if to contradict the thought, Sam moved between her thighs. He bunched her ankle-length skirt in his hands, lifting the gauzy green material up and away from her legs and planting a wet kiss on her inner thigh. Lissa shot to a sitting position with the unexpected move and the flutter of arousal that accompanied it.

He grinned. “Sean’s not expecting me for another half hour. Would a friendly kitty lick cheer you up?”

“Probably. But I don’t have the time for it. I have another appointment with the Sugar Shack.” Liar. She had plenty of time before the meeting and, since she rarely worked more than a few hours on Saturday, had no plans to spend it in her basement office.

So why was she turning Sam down? He was a god with his tongue. Thad had been just as gifted, but then Thad wasn’t here, offering up his oral services.

Sam slapped her thigh. “You’re a terrible liar, Liss.”

She used to get wet from his love slaps. Even when he’d done it teasingly the last few years, she’d enjoyed a little buzz of sensation. Today, his playful swat made her wish it was Thad’s powerful body sandwiched between her thighs.

Easing Sam aside, she pushed off from the countertop and let the skirt fall down around her legs. “I do have an appointment.”

“Not for another hour, when the candy store shuts down for the night. I heard the message on the answering machine this morning.”

“Oh.” She should have known better than to attempt to lie to him. She just didn’t want his paranoia striking and making him say something ridiculous, like suggesting she’d gone and set her heart on Thad being the one to finally put her front and center. Not that the suggestion would have been so ridiculous, considering that was exactly what Lissa had done.

Really, who could blame her for getting her hopes up? He’d seemed so perfect: hard, bad-boy outer shell with a soft, creamy, nice-guy filling.

“You know the real reason so many nice guys finish last?”

She was sick of the question, but answering it was preferable to thinking about Thad’s creamy filling and bemoaning the fact she’d never gotten to taste it. “So their leading ladies can come in first.”

“The other reason,” Sam said seriously.

She frowned. “I didn’t know there was another one.”

“It’s because they’re afraid to put themselves out there. Sounds to me like you caught Thad on a naughty nice-guy day, which was just fine until his head cleared enough to consider his behavior. He probably felt guilty as hell over hopping into bed with you so quick and came up with the first excuse he could to avoid falling to temptation a second time.”

Lissa’s heart beat faster. Was he suggesting there was still a chance of her being Thad’s number one, assuming his personality measured up to his dynamite body? “You think work isn’t his first priority?”

“Could be it is. Or it could be he’s intimidated by his lust for you. He’s going to be here next week, working on the roof. If you really want a chance with him, use the time to get to know him with your clothes on.”

“I can do that.” How hard could it be to forget the rigorously sculpted torso hiding beneath his shirt? Her sex tingled as the vision of her hands running over his muscled, suntanned chest flashed through her mind. Maybe it would be a little difficult. “Just in case things don’t work out, the kitty lick offer will still be good, right?”

Sam gave the laugh that said she was being her shameless self again. “Give me a few hours advance notice and I’ll have my tongue primed and ready.”

Dark brown eyes glistening with amusement, Nash took a drag from his cigarette while he considered Thad from the opposite side of the wood pub table. He let out a puff of smoke, followed by a bark of laughter. “She thinks you’re a nice guy. Damn, man, now I’ve heard everything.”

Thad hadn’t told the guys the whole story of what went down with Lissa, just that in order to get contracted for her roof job, he had to convince her he was a nice guy. “Go ahead. Yuck it up.” He sent a pointed look Benny’s way. “But remember when you can make bills next month who you owe for landing us another legal job.”

Nash stubbed his cigarette out in an ashtray. “Gertie’s requests might not exactly be legal, but she already took care of next month’s bill. Had such a fine time ogling Benny Boy up, she invited him back for seconds last night.”

“This time she touched.” Benny winced. “We’ve got to have an age cutoff. I can’t handle being stroked by an eighty-year-old. I just kept seeing the wrinkled faces of the residents in Mom’s nursing home.” With a second wince, he grabbed his mug of beer from the table and took a long drink. He wiped the residue from his blond mustache with the back of his hand. “Christ, I can’t go that route again.”

Thad and Nash gave nods of understanding. The burgers and chips arrived seconds later and the guys fell into companionable silence as they ate. Thad was halfway through his olive burger when Benny asked, “What’s she look like?”

“Who?” Thad questioned, though he knew exactly who Benny meant. The woman Thad had spent the afternoon telling himself he wouldn’t be touching again.

“Lissa.” Benny confirmed his guess.

Thad studied the olive cheese sauce oozing out the side of his burger. “Average.”

“Liar.” Nash popped a chip in his mouth. “She’s hot. I can tell that much by the way you say her name like it’s enough to give you a semi.”

Was the hardening effect hearing her name had on his dick that obvious? Thad sent Nash a quelling look. “Sorry to disappoint you, but Lissa’s”—damned hot. A sex kitten, once she got past the whole good-girl persona. Potentially attached—“a nice girl.”

“Nice girls like to be naughty too,” Benny observed.

“I’m telling you, she’s not worth wasting talk on. She might even be married. She lives with a guy.” Some asshole that would leave her alone with a stranger who was clearly hot for her body. Only, hell, Thad had no right calling Sam an asshole. He had no idea what his relationship with Lissa was, but if she was truly a nice girl, then he wasn’t her husband or lover. “Just lay off the flirting around Liss. You guys know how damned bad we need this job.”

“All right,” Nash agreed soberly. A heartbeat later, his mouth curved in a shit-eating grin. “We promise not to flirt with your girlfriend.”

“For fuck’s sakes, she’s not my…” Thad caught the defensive note in his voice and stopped himself. “Nothing. She’s nothing.”

Only, if Lissa was nothing, just another woman he slept with and then went on his way, why was he shifting in his seat like he’d never even done over a girl as a teenager and feeling guilty as hell about lying to his buddies in the meanwhile?