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I stored the bucket and tongs back in the pantry when I heard heavy boots approach. It was just me and Paul Connelly today, the coworker I was closest to, and so it was no surprise when his large hand clapped my back after closing the cage.
Paul watched a scarlet kingsnake, the latest one brought in, curl up. He mostly took care of the smaller, nonvenomous snakes, while I tended to the bigger motherfuckers. I didn’t have one of those at home, and that wasn’t ever going to change either. Rio wasn’t a big fan of these slithering creatures. We’d compromised.
What big, gooey brotherly love, right?
“You doing okay, kid?” Paul asked. “Did the snakes eat?
I nodded and lied, “Yup and yup, old man.”
Nothing was fine, but I returned the amicable pat on the back anyway. I was having wet dreams about my stepsister for three days straight now. I shouldn’t have run off when she jiggled that ass. Now they all knew she affected me. I was weak. And therefore, avoiding her.
Fuck, she was a sight!
If I closed my eyes, I still saw her mouth over my erect jeans clad dick. Except, in my imagination, she wore that bikini with those black stars over her fat tits.
She was fully dressed when she sat on her hunches to stroke Hoplites’ leathery skin. All my poor intentions evaporated at that moment. All my threats had been for nothing. I needed to step up my game. Dita had a shield. I just needed the right ammo to penetrate it.
“How’s your wife?” I asked, popping my soda can and offering him one too. He declined, maniacally chewing his gum. “Still quit smoking?” I curled my mouth appreciatively after he nodded. “Badass, dude.”
“Yep. Anna might have ended up in a wheelchair but she certainly still knows how to kick my ass.”
I chuckled. The way they coped with his wife’s illness was admirable. MS had attacked her body more aggressively than the doctors had primarily prognosed. These last three months had been tough on them, but luckily, they stabilized the illness with the right combination of medications and therapy. For now, they could continue their marriage of twenty years or so in peace.
“That’s the way it should be, right?”
Paul tapped the glass, seeking attention from the snake. “It sure, is. Although, the first woman to tame you has yet to be born.”
“Damn straight.”
“Yo!” Dave, who was working a twelve-hour graveyard shift tonight, joined us.
I threw my empty can in the trash and checked my watch. It was already past six. “Jesus, these babies make time fly.”
I quickly briefed him and said goodbye to my coworkers. I checked on the snakes under my care one last time and grabbed my stuff.
* * *
The house smelled of rice and baked bananas. I grimaced. What an odd combination.
Dita stood at the stove, stirring a pot while she swung her hips to a Spanish song. The way she swayed was enough to make my dick stir and my mind draw blank.
My stomach rumbled, though I doubted the food would taste anything but sour when I had to sit in front of her.
I looked outside—because this was way too domestic—before I watched the sensual woman in front of me again. She had no clue that I was standing there, watching her brew some meal that looked like it could feed ten people.
I shoved my backpack onto my shoulder, conflicted with wanting to go upstairs to shower or staying to watch Dita. The movement made Dita look up. She stopped stirring and dancing altogether.
I straightened my back. I didn’t like her looking at me like that—like she wanted to sit on my face and serve me an entirely different course.
Her lips slipped into a faint smile. “Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes.”
I put an unreadable expression on my face and sauntered to the stove. Although she made room for me, I made sure to stand close enough so that she had to crane her neck to look me straight into my eyes. She barely reached my chin. Compared to me, she was short and sweet. But she knew how to hold her own.
It was an aphrodisiac.
I dipped my finger in the sauce and retracted immediately, breathing through my nostrils after touching what felt like hot fucking lava. And I think I peed my pants a little just now.
Dita’s brows picked up and her lips rolled around her teeth, suppressing laughter. I narrowed my eyes in defiance. I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction, even though my plan about wanting to intimidate her held more holes than I wanted to afford myself.
