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“I’m coming,” she whimpered.
And that was all it took. He felt the waves of climax rolling up and over him. “Me too.”
They crested, crying out and shuddering, and he held her close to him, raining kisses on her shoulders and face.
To think that I came here to replace a sagging door. And found so much more.
“I owe Julie a big ‘thank you’,’’ Monica said, smiling contentedly at Nick lying beside her in bed. “I’ll never be able to give her a Christmas present to equal that.”
“Unless you want to send me her way,” he said, chuckling as he brushed back tendrils of hair, wet from perspiration, off her forehead.
“Not a chance.”
“Good. Because I’m sure she wouldn’t measure up to you. That was fantastic.”
She raised her face for a kiss and he happily obliged. “I don’t feel like you’re someone I just met,” she said. With her arms around him she rubbed his back.
“We made an intense connection.”
“So you felt it too.”
He turned his head to look out the window.
Taking his face between her hands, she turned it toward her. “What’s the matter, Nick? Are you sorry that we connected?”
“It’s not that.” So many thoughts were running through his head he didn’t know what to say. That he felt like he was falling in love? That he was a bastard for making love to her under false pretences? He’d made a big mistake in not telling her he was the carpenter she’d called. But would she have given him a second look then?
“I was thinking about getting my truck stuck in the snow and how I ended up here on foot because of it and I looked to see if the sun was still shining. But it’s only snowing harder.”
“You were coming here anyway. Right? So getting stuck isn’t a factor until you’re ready to leave. And the way the snow is coming down you may not be able to.” She laughed lightly. “Wouldn’t that be terrible?”
When he didn’t answer she turned away and folded her arms across her breasts. “We’ve covered just about everything on the menu. So if you’re worried about freeing your truck and leaving, you’re welcome to go.” She looked at the ceiling and a tear slid down her cheek.
Nick turned her toward him and looked into her eyes. “Monica, I don’t normally go around screwing women I just met. You are special. I want you to know that and not feel bad. And yeah, I was worrying about how I’m eventually going to get my truck moving, but fuck the snow. If I can’t get out, too bad. I like being here with you and we haven’t indulged in dessert yet.”
“Sweet Finishes,” she corrected him.
“Right, and since this first day on the job might be my last, we should complete the menu.”
Her smile was bright as sunshine after a rain, she didn’t look like a woman in lust, but he hoped they wouldn’t have to choose one or the other like the title of Julie’s book.
“Ready?” he asked.
Monica nodded, wondering what he was going to do, and when Rick pulled her arms up over her head and held them there by the wrists, she thought another fantasy come true.
He kissed his way from her forehead down to her navel where he dipped his tongue inside. Nibbling now, he worked his way down to the lips of her vagina where he plunged and licked, and taking her clitoris in his mouth, sucked until she went wild.
“Nick. It’s too much.” She writhed away and then moved closer, pressing against him. “But don’t quit. Oh my lord. I’ve never felt anything like this.”
She’d experienced oral sex but none that was comparable. “If you keep that up I’ll climax again. Quickly. Or go crazy.”
As Nick began caressing her clit, slowly, maddeningly with his tongue, she buried her fingers in his hair, clutching tightly. He inserted a finger into her vagina and found the spot.
“Oh, Nick. You’re driving me out of my mind.”
“You like it though, don’t you, sweetheart?” Working his fingers inside her and sucking her clitoris with his magical lips, he sent her over the top. Way over. Climaxing like the finale at the Fourth of July fireworks, every nerve in Monica’s body fired off, shooting waves of ecstasy throughout.
When the shuddering stopped and she lay in his arms, she sighed. Nick fulfilled every fantasy she’d ever had but that was the catch. Unless he quit his job he’d never be hers alone and she didn’t want to share or give him up. How was she going to get past this amazing experience? Forget this day? Get over him? She couldn’t be in love, could she? It had to be lust. But if it was, she should be satisfied and not worried sick he was going to fuck someone else today. And tomorrow. And the next day.
