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“Well, I’m figuring my mouth on your pussy, that is the appetizer as that is warming you up.”

“So, for me, it would be my mouth on your cock?” she asked. It felt so strange to say the word “cock,” because it had never been part of her vocabulary. She saw and felt how Jaxson changed. He liked her using it.

“Yes, it would.”

“And I do believe we can do that at the same time, can’t we?” she asked.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Tillie.”

“What’s so dangerous?”

“I’m trying to be the gentleman with you.”

Tillie smiled. “But with me, you could be the gentleman, the rebel, anything you wanted, and if you want, I could be whatever you wanted me to be.”

“You want to be my bad girl, Tillie?” he asked.

It was strange but this didn’t sound silly to her.

“Yes,” she said. She recalled her mother saying that her marriage worked, because her mother was everything her father needed, and in return, her father was everything her mother needed. Marriage is a lot of give and take.

She and Jaxson were not in a marriage. She didn’t even know if they were dating. Whatever it was, she wanted to explore it, but she didn’t want him to hold back or be afraid.

“I’m not going to break, Jaxson.”

“Good.”

He surprised her by pulling out of her, and he moved away, only he grabbed her hips, and she let out a little shocked gasp as he pushed her to her knees.

“Because you have been in my dreams for a really long time, Tillie. I don’t want you to be afraid. I want you to trust me.”

His hand cupped her between her thighs, and she arched up as he touched her clit, which was still so sensitive, but then he moved down, spreading her lips, as he pushed a single finger deep inside her.

“Because we’re going to have a lot of fun.”

Chapter Eight

“You’re not going to tell me to fuck off?” Carl asked.

Jaxson looked up from his notepad where he was writing down the parts he was going to need to complete the job at Carl Worthington’s house. “Do you want me to tell you to fuck off?”

Carl was a pain in the ass. An old man that came from a time when bartering for a lower price was the normal way to go. Most of the time, he attempted to manipulate his way out of paying the bill. It got so bad that Jaxson never allowed the old man to pay at the end. He made him pay a deposit, then during any work and finally right at the end was the final bill, and Jaxson never left the house unless the money was there. He spent a whole year getting the payment once, and it was the last time he did it. There had been a time Carl had attempted to offer spare car parts, which Jaxson didn’t need.

“Look, I think you should give me a customer discount.”

“No.”

“I’m old, you should reduce it down by at least ten percent.”

“On what grounds?” Jaxson asked.

“I’m old.”

“Carl, you’re a pain in the ass, and you think you have the skills to be an electrician and a plumber. You tinker with my work, because you think you can make it better, and because you’re older than me, you’re in some way better at everything and know it all. Instead, what you do is damage my work and cause more work to repair what you have done. You don’t just mess with the work I’ve done, you go and look for something else to mess up, just so you can say you did something better than I did. You don’t deserve a discount. I should be ripping you off, instead, I’m the best-priced fucking electrician in town, and I’m damn good at my job as well. Stop whining and fucking pay the deposit,” Jaxson said.

Carl wrinkled his lip, but he pulled out his wallet. “I don’t know what she sees in you. That Tillie Short could do a better job of finding herself a husband.”

Jaxson took the money, pulled off the receipt, and handed it to him. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Try to keep your hands to yourself, otherwise the bill will go up and up.”