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She tasted rum and Coke on his tongue, but he
also had a distinctly masculine taste that she loved. She drank in
his scent, filling her body with it as they kissed.

His mouth was warm over hers, his tongue
darting into her mouth and then he softly bit her lip and it made
her cry out with want and need.

Adam moved his hands from her ass and his
palms slid up over the latex to her breasts. He pinched her nipples
and she gave a little cry when he pinched them, feeling a small
burst of pain before pleasure. He kissed her with more depth and
pinched her nipples even harder.

When he raised his head and she looked into
his eyes, Casey’s breath came out in shallow pants. She touched the
mask where it covered his cheek. “I want to see you.”

A sexy smile crept over his face. “Soon
enough.”

“Do I know you?” She licked her lips again.
“Your voice doesn’t sound familiar. The only thing that looks
remotely familiar about you is your eyes. But I don’t remember
anyone who has eyes like yours.”

“Don’t worry, Casey.” He slid his fingers
into her hair and cupped her face. “I’ll take care of you.”

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Jaymie Holland

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“Jeez, woman.” Casey made a snorting noise
over the phone line. “You need to get laid.”

Jett laughed, amusement bubbling up inside of
her as she rolled onto her back in her oh-so-comfortable bed. She
held the cell phone closer to her ear. “Since when did you go the
route of promiscuity, sis?”

“Who said anything about being promiscuous?”
Casey had a smile in her voice and Jett could picture her blonde
sister’s grin. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you need it
bad. You’ve been so uptight and it’s been going on for a while
now.”

“I know, I know.” Jett flopped one arm over
her eyes before moving it aside. She stared up at the cracks on the
ceiling, tracing one at a time with her gaze. “It’s been way too
long.”

“So figure it out.” Casey yawned over the
line, triggering an answering yawn in Jett. “Before you bite off
someone else’s head.”

“You don’t think that woman deserved it?”
Jett said, thinking about the snot of a saleswoman who had told
Casey yesterday that her ass was too fat for her department—in so
many words—and to go to the “women’s” department, a.k.a.
plus-sizes. Not that there was anything wrong with plus sizes—it
was how the woman had said it. And when it came to her sister, Jett
could possibly be considered a little overprotective.

“Yeah, she was kind of a bitch.” A hint of
irritation was in Casey’s voice as she responded to Jett. “Still,
I’ve never seen you lay into someone like that before.”

Jett shrugged to herself then rubbed the
remains of sleep from her eyes. “Whatever the case, I don’t have
any male prospects at this time and I’m not picking some guy up at
a bar.”

“There were some hot men at Danica’s party
last night,” Casey said. “But you spent the night talking with the
girls, which isn’t like you at all.”

“I did some checking before I wasted my
time,” Jett said. “Married or gay, all of them.”

“Okay… What about online dating?” Casey
started to cover territory they’d already been through before.
“I’ve been thinking of trying it.”

“I don’t know, Case.” Jett frowned, thinking
about her sister taking chances like that. “So many weirdoes out
there. On the news I’ve heard of stalkers coming from online
dating. I don’t think it’s worth it.”

Paper crackled on Casey’s end of the line,
almost sounding like static. “I found a place that’s different from
online dating. Every applicant is screened in person, videos are
made, backgrounds checked …”

“And they cost a small fortune, right?” Jett
stared at a particularly big crack in her ceiling. “And when you
have a historic monument of a house that requires constant upkeep
like I do, there isn’t a lot of cash left over at the end of the
day.”

“Well, it’s something to think about.” Casey
made a sound like a sigh. “I need to get ready to go to Mom’s so
I’d better get going.”

“Give Mom a hug.” Jett pushed her hand
through her hair. “Tell her I’ll stop by tomorrow.”

“Starbucks tomorrow morning?” Jett asked even
though she knew the answer. She had coffee every morning with her
sister before she went to her job as a bank teller.

Casey laughed. “Seven sharp.”

“See ya.” Jett punched the off button and
rolled onto her side to look at the bedside clock. She was
definitely having a lazy Saturday morning. Already ten-thirty and
she was usually never in bed past six. Last night’s party had
totally worn her out, and the four glasses of wine hadn’t
helped.

“Henry.” Jett smacked her forehead with the
heel of her palm. She’d forgotten that the repairman was due to
arrive at any time. “Damn.” She tossed her blanket aside and
scrambled out of bed. Her baby doll top slid from where it had
bunched up around her waist, down over the matching silky black
panties. She started toward the bathroom—she needed to get changed
before Henry Johnson arrived.

The doorbell rang and Jett groaned as she
grabbed her black shortie robe off the hook in the bathroom. So
much for getting dressed. Her black hair was probably a disaster,
her blue eyes bleary-looking, and her skin pale with no makeup.

What difference did it make? Henry wasn’t
going to care what she looked like. The sixty-year-old man had seen
her over the past couple of years in one state or another when he’d
come to take care of fix-it projects as she needed them. One thing
about having an older house was that there was almost always
something that needed to be done.

She hurried down the stairs while she tied
the robe’s belt. The champagne carpet was soft beneath her bare
feet as she crossed the room to the front door and then opened
it.

“Hi, Henry—” she started but then her mouth
dropped open.

It wasn’t Henry who stood on her porch. Not
at all.

In his place was a man so good looking that
it made her heart beat faster. In a slow sweep of her gaze she took
him in. A pair of well-worn Levis molded to his powerful thighs, a
snug black T-shirt stretched across his broad chest, and a tool
belt was slung low around his hips.

He had dark hair that was slightly wavy and
was tall enough that Jett had to look up to meet his dark eyes.
When she did she saw amusement in his gaze.

Heat flushed her cheeks as she realized she’d
been staring. But what a delicious package he made, and if she
wasn’t mistaken that bulge in his jeans was a good indication he
was having the same reaction she was. She could just imagine what
it would be like to have him in her bed, sliding between her
thighs…

Jett’s cheeks grew hotter as he studied her,
as if he knew what thoughts were going through her mind. Her
nipples tightened and a thrill skittered low in her abdomen.

The man’s gaze traveled the length of her
long legs to where her shortie robe brushed her thighs, then moved
up to her slim waist before lingering on her breasts.

Ok, enough. Jett cleared her throat and their
eyes met. The corner of his mouth turned up in a smile so sexy she
almost couldn’t catch her breath. It dawned on her lust-crazed mind
that she had no idea who this man was and why he was on her
doorstep.

“Can I help you?” Jett managed to get the
words out even as she thought of all kinds of ways she’d love to
help this man.

“I think I’m here to help you.” He leaned one
forearm against the doorframe and she swallowed hard as she
followed the line of his arm, over every well-defined muscle. “Are
you Jett Sanders?”

Jett mentally shook herself. “Yes.”

“I’m Noah Johnson.” He extended his hand.
“Henry broke his leg yesterday afternoon, so I’m here to help
you…with whatever you need.”

Automatically Jett took Noah’s hand. When she
did she almost gasped out loud at the physical sensation that shot
through her. Whatever I need? Right this way, I have something in
the bedroom that needs looking at…

She jerked her hand from his and tried to
steady herself. “Is Henry all right?”

Noah gave a nod. “Dad’s a little banged up,
but he’ll be okay.”

“I’m glad he’s fine.” Jett took a deep breath
and stepped aside. “Come on in.”

Noah’s gut tightened as he took one more long
look at the beautiful Jett Sanders. Her hair was ruffled and she
looked like she’d just woken up. She was a sexy little thing from
her slim ankles and smooth, long legs to that silky robe that
didn’t hide how hard her nipples were. His cock ached and he was
relieved that she hadn’t slammed the door in his face when she got
a good look at his package while she was checking him out.

He pushed away from the doorframe and closed
the door behind him as he watched the sway of her hips and the way
her long black hair slid over her shoulders. She had killer blue
eyes and he pictured how she would look on her knees, those eyes
looking up at him as she went down on his cock.

Damn. He was here to do services around the
house, not have the house’s owner service him. Although it was a
fucking hot fantasy.

“I have a few repairs and odds and ends that
Henry was going to do for me.” Jett glanced over her shoulder as
she spoke then turned and led him into a living room with three
large windows. She gestured to a couch and he saw three curtain
rods and sets of drapes. “I need these put up.”

“Sure.” Noah stopped in front of the couch.
“What else do you have?”

“A few things other things.” She didn’t avoid
his gaze as she spoke. “There’s a hole in the wall behind the
laundry room door where the door knob went through. It needs
patching and I also need a new doorstop.”

“Got it,” Noah said as they walked through
the house and she pointed out the laundry room.

“The master bathroom’s faucet is leaking.”
She gestured for him to follow her up the stairs and he sucked in
his breath as he caught sight of a nicely rounded bottom clad in
silky black panties beneath the robe.

Noah adjusted his cock while she had her back
to him. He was going to have to hurry through these repairs and get
out of her house before he lost his ever-lovin’ mind.

She stopped at the head of the stairs and
pointed toward a door. “That’s the master bedroom.” She cleared her
throat. “Just go through there to get to the bathroom.”

He swallowed past the ball lodged in his
throat as he reached the top of the stairs and saw that the tie on
her robe had loosened, revealing her cleavage and the smooth skin
of the swell of her breasts, just short of exposing her nipples. He
wondered if she was trying to kill him on purpose.

“Last thing,” she was saying as he struggled
to rein himself in. “I need these pictures put up.” She showed him
several framed photos. “I can never get them to look straight so I
decided I might as well let Henry take care of it.”

Noah got close enough to Jett that he could
smell her light perfume. A mixture of flowers and musk that suited
her perfectly.

Her robe slipped completely apart as she
spoke and his cock went rock hard when he saw the sheer and tiny
thing that was a poor excuse for a nightgown. Her nipples were
large, her breasts full through the sheer black fabric.

“Oh.” Jett gave a little gasp when she saw
him staring at her breasts again and discovered her gown was open.
She hurried to tie it, her red cheeks telling him she hadn’t
realized she was giving him a show.

And it had been a hell of a show.

“Is this what you do all the time?” She
rushed through the words like she was trying to think of something
to say to cover up her embarrassment. “Fix things?”

“I own a construction company.” Noah rested
his hand on the stair railing. “I’m helping out my dad until he’s
back on his feet.”

“Where do you want to start?” Jett said.

How about you showing me anything that needs
to be fixed in your bedroom. I’d be glad to start there. Noah
groaned inwardly. He had to get rid of these thoughts and get rid
of them now.

“Wherever you’d like me to,” he said.

Jett’s robe started to slip apart again. “I
suppose you can start with hanging the drapes.”

“You’ve got it.” He started toward the
stairs. “Just need to get my tools and I’ll take care of it.”

“I’ll be in my bedroom.” Jett backed up, in
the direction of the door to the master bedroom. “I need to shower
and get dressed.”

Just her words gave Noah plenty of vivid
fantasies to dwell on as he nodded and headed down the stairs.

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Jaymie Holland is the romantic erotica
alter-ego of New York Times and USA Today bestselling author
Cheyenne McCray. Jaymie’s work should always be handled with oven
mitts!

Cheyenne’s books have received multiple
awards and nominations, including

*RT Book Reviews magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice
awards for Best Erotic Romance of the year and Best Paranormal
Action Adventure of the year

*Three “RT Book Reviews” nominations,
including Best Erotic Romance, Best Romantic Suspense, and Best
Paranormal Action Adventure.

*Golden Quill award for Best Erotic
Romance

*The Road to Romance’s Reviewer’s Choice
Award

*Gold Star Award from Just Erotic Romance
Reviews

*CAPA award from The Romance Studio

Cheyenne grew up on a ranch in southeastern
Arizona. She has been writing ever since she can remember, back to
her kindergarten days when she penned her first poem. She always
knew one day she would write novels, hoping her readers would get
lost in the worlds she created, just as she experienced when she
read some of her favorite books.