Men For Hire (15 page)

Chapter Six

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ncertain, Ian stood there, watching the moonlight as it shone across her belly and breasts. She was so fucking beautiful. He really had no idea where to go from here, though.

“Ian,” she said, her voice more relaxed than he’d ever heard it. “Come to bed.”

He hesitated for a second and then padded back over to the bed. He slid under the covers and pulled her up against him. They had run straight past “not a good idea” and headlong into “what the hell are we doing?” They would sort things between them in the morning. For tonight, though, she was his.

His lips just a breath above hers, he said, “You utterly destroyed me, Stella.”

She made a low, sated sound against his mouth. It was almost like a purr of contentment. He could feel the curve of her lips against his as he kissed her. He nipped at her lower lip until she wrapped her arms around his neck. As they sank into a slow, sensual kiss, he felt his body responding to her.

She must’ve felt it too. When they broke apart, she trailed an arm down his stomach to cup his burgeoning erection. A grin on her face, she said, “I hope you’re not tired.”

He gave her an answering grin, pressed his cock into her palm and said, “Not in the least.”

* * * *

Ian woke up, bleary-eyed and more than a little confused. It took him a split second to remember where he was. A slow grin moved over his face until he reached across and found the bed cold behind him.

Shame that
, he thought, as he stretched. Time to start the day. The first order of business? Finding Stella.

A few minutes later, he slid into his trousers and wandered downstairs. Barefoot, he went in search of Stella. He didn’t have to look far. He found her in the kitchen, leaning on the counter. She was on her mobile. She gestured toward the tea on the stove.

“No, no. There’s a tree in the middle of my lane.”

There was a brief pause then she made a noise of agreement, “Yeah. Nasty storm last night. Yeah. My poor contractor was stuck out here. He couldn’t get his truck up the lane, so I suppose it was a fairly large limb. No, I haven’t been out to look yet.”

Ian raised an eyebrow but listened to the conversation unabashedly as he poured himself a cup. He preferred coffee, but this would do in a pinch.

“You don’t have anything available this afternoon?” Another pause. “No. I don’t want to wait ’til tomorrow. I’m sure my contractor would like to go home at some point.

“Good. That’s fine. If I have to pay extra, then that’s fine. I just want the debris cleared today.”

Ian took a sip of tea and watched, fascinated, as she jotted down some quick notes.

“Right. Right then. Bye now,” she said, as she hung up.

When she looked up at him, her smile was polite. And distant. He knew it was for the best that they give last night a wide pass, but for some reason it really bothered him.

“So, they’ll be here this afternoon to move the tree out of the lane. You won’t be stuck here again.”

He snagged a biscuit off the plate on the counter and said, “Oh. That’s good news then.”

She lingered for a moment more and then said, “I’m going to go have a quick shower, then I’m going to start painting the living room. If you want to use the guest shower, you can. There are spare linens in the hall cupboard.”

He nodded, and then watched, mystified, as she walked out of the room without another word. What in the hell had that been about? She had acted as if nothing happened between them.

He had expected things to be a little strained between them until they figured out how they were going to move forward, but he hadn’t expected to be dismissed. He drank the rest of his tea and rinsed the cup. If she didn’t want to continue sleeping with him, that was perfectly fine. She wouldn’t, however, get to pretend he hadn’t been buried balls deep inside her less than eight hours ago. They would discuss it.
Now
.

He made his way back upstairs, stopping on impulse to grab a spare towel from the cupboard in the guest bath and peeked his head into her bedroom. He heard the noise from the shower and decided that he would take her up on her offer after all. He pulled a condom from the bedside table, then quickly shed his clothes and stepped into the bath.

He watched her through the glass partition as she rinsed the shampoo from her hair. He then stepped around it and into the bath tub.

Her eyes popped open and she said, “Jesus. You startled me.”

“Sorry,” he said, unapologetically. “Just thought I’d take you up on your offer of a shower.”

Her eyes wide, she watched as his hand grazed her cheek.

“At first I had intended to come up here and talk to you, but then the thought of you in here…” he trailed off. “I couldn’t help myself.”

Stella tugged him toward her and pulled his mouth down on hers. He gave a soft groan as his erection pressed against the soft flesh of her belly.

They would talk.
Much later
. Now, he needed her more than he needed his next breath.

He pressed her back against the tile of the shower wall and nibbled his way down her collarbone, sucking the tender flesh into his mouth. When she rolled her hips against his, he moved further down her body, cupping her breasts.

Fuck
, he thought as he swirled his tongue around one tight nipple, she was fucking beautiful. The way she panted and writhed against him made him feel like a god. He had always prided himself on being able to please a lover, but there was something different about pleasing Stella. There had been something different from the beginning.

He sucked her nipple into his mouth and scraped the edge of his teeth against it. Even as he toyed with her breast, he held the other in his free palm. He pinched and pulled at the tight peak until she cried out.

When she was all but sobbing his name, he released her breasts and knelt down before her in the tub. He skimmed a finger along her slit until she propped one leg up on the edge of the tub, allowing him access.

Ian leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her mound then used his thumbs to spread her pussy wide open. He blew gently against her clit, watching her muscles contract. When she let out a low whimper, he licked her from her opening to her clit.

Shifting his hands, he held her open, and circled the hard nub of flesh with his tongue and drove two fingers into her pussy. He swirled his tongue against her as he stroked her inner walls, loving the keening cries she made.

Stella buried her hands in his hair and pressed him harder against her pussy as he devoured her. Her almost sobbing cries of pleasure had him on edge. He curved his fingers, rubbing them against her G-spot with each pass. He could feel her shaking against him.

He slipped a third finger inside her, eliciting another breathy moan.

“Oh, Ian,” she cried. “I–I… I–I’m going to come!”

He sucked her clit into his mouth and gently nipped it with his teeth. Stella shuddered against his mouth, on a long, low moan. He felt her pussy clench against his fingers so tightly that it almost hurt him.

He backed off of her clit but continued to press his fingers into her until her foot finally slid down off the edge of the tub.

She panted, trying to catch her breath as he stood back up. Almost desperately, she attacked his mouth, pulling him into a searing kiss. She slid her hand between them and stroked her along the length of his cock.

He was so hard that it rested against his stomach. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her. When he stepped back to retrieve the condom from the counter, she made a sound of disappointment until she realized he wasn’t leaving.

Ian entered the shower after protecting them, and then spun her to face the wall. The upper half of her body was pressed against the tile, while the lush curves of her ass brushed against him. He moved her hips, adjusting her stance slightly and then rubbed the head of his cock against her opening.

He paced himself, sliding into her slowly. He could feel her clenching around him already, so he needed to do this quickly, before he embarrassed himself. He reached up and grabbed a fistful of the hair at the nape of her neck.

When she let out a soft moan, he tugged it back and fastened his mouth onto the side of her neck. He nipped gently at the flesh, alternately rubbing his tongue against the soft flesh and dragging his teeth along it.

The moment he felt her shudder against him, he asked, “So, what happened downstairs? Last night you were so passionate. This morning you acted like I was some sort of inconvenient thing you were trying to get rid of.” He mimicked, “My poor contractor—”

“Did you expect me to tell the landscaper that we were fucking,” she spat out as she worked herself back against his cock.

“No,” he ground out. “You didn’t even look at me, Stella. You couldn’t get out of the room fast enough. You suggested I take a shower in the guest bath.”

“I was a little embarrassed. I’ve never had sex with anyone that I’ve hired before,” she answered, the words tumbling out on a long moan.

It took a moment for her phrasing to sink in. His blood ran cold.

Ian froze and then asked, “Wait. Are you suggesting that I’m some kind of male prostitute?”

Stella gave a shocked laugh and said, “Christ, no! I’m not that hard up. I just meant that you’re doing repairs for me. I don’t think you’re a hooker!”

“Then what’s the issue, love?” he asked, moving his hips against hers again.

He felt her start to clench around him so he slowed the pacing of his thrusts until she moaned in protest.

Finally she said, “I’m sorry. I don’t know how to act, Ian. I didn’t know if you wanted a one-time thing or how to handle things considering our professional involvement. Will you kindly continue fucking me, please?”

Ian leaned forward and nipped at her neck, then said, “Only because you asked me so prettily.”

He let his careful control slip a few notches and slammed his hips against hers. When she cried out, he picked up the pace, knowing that even with the starts and stops she was right on the edge. Even as they had been talking, he felt her cunt clenching down on him the whole time.

Moments later, she ground her hips back against him as she tightened on him like a vise. Unable to stop, he spilled himself into the condom as he bit down on her shoulder. Then he slid out of her, releasing her hip and her hair.

Sluggishly, Stella turned to face him and said, “I don’t think you’re a gigolo, Ian. I was nervous and I handled it badly. It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone and I’ve never done”—she gestured with her hand—“this.”

He gave her a gentle kiss and then removed the condom. He moved toward the other side of the glass partition and tossed it into the rubbish bin.

When he turned back around, she was fiddling with the knobs as the water was beginning to go cold. He moved to wrap his arms around her and said, “I’ve never done anything like this either. I couldn’t help myself, though.”

“Me neither,” she whispered. “There’s something about you.”

He grinned at her and pressed his already semi-erect cock against her. “Is that it,” he asked, laughing.

“Well,” Stella said, a smile pulling at the edges of her mouth. “That definitely doesn’t hurt.”

As he leaned in to kiss her, she added, “I thought you didn’t mix business and pleasure, though.”

“I don’t,” he said, his mouth hovering over hers as his hand fondled her breast.

She laughed and asked, “What’s all this about then?”

He grinned at her and said, “It’s a calculated risk.”

THE END

Marital Duties

Jennifer Denys

Dedication

For my wonderful late aunt who lived in Raynes Park!

Chapter One

J
ennifer Archer smiled as she ticked the completed box on the job form and put it aside with the other concluded files. She paused for a moment and her smile widened, pleased with the success of her business offering men for hire that she had started six years ago.

This was before she was married. She was friends with lots of men who had skills of various sorts, so the idea had grown to start her own business setting up the friends with people who needed their talents.

“And then I met Rob.”

Rob Fletcher actually needed someone to change a fuse. Jennifer had been rather startled by this most basic of jobs and decided to do it herself as his voice over the phone was so sexy. She could have completed the contract in thirty seconds, but they got talking and she stayed…

It had been hard in the beginning, juggling a new business and a relationship. Thankfully, the take-up had been very high, as people needed men for a variety of jobs whether it be house repairs, assembling kits, or painting and decorating. She’d even had pet sitters, chauffeurs and, in one case, a model for a housebound lady who knitted men’s jumpers.