Handyman. Jodi Lynn Copeland
way in hell could he stand idly by while she slid that sucker into her cunt and proceeded to fuck herself with it.
“Sorry. Didn’t realize you were busy.” He shouted the lame words.
The sucker stilled beneath the edge of the boxers. Lissa’s eyes flew open, slanting toward him dark jade and heavily lidded. Blinking at him, she pulled the sucker from the boxers. Then she did something he never saw coming. She closed her eyes again and pulled her right hand free of the boxers to move it to the slit at their front and part the material, making a perfect frame for her sex.
Her feminine lips plumped up, blood red and slick with arousal. She brought the sucker to her mouth and gave it a thorough tonguing. Juicy wet, she trailed it back down her belly, over top of the boxers, and along the slit of her labia.
On a sharp inhale, Thad brought his hand over his throbbing cock through his jean shorts. He had to stop her. He would never be able to work for her after watching her get off with the sucker. But then, he would probably never be able to work for her after seeing what he already had, so he might as well let her finish what she started.
A naughty smile curved Lissa’s lips as she parted her sex. Using her index finger to stroke her clit, she twisted the head of the sucker against her hole. A moan trembled above the blatant music and her feet went flat and still on the computer desk. She gave her clit another stroke, followed by a flick of her fingernail that shot her hips forward, propelling the sucker partway inside her sheath.
Vivid freckles broke out on her cheeks and nose. Juices pushed out around the ball of the sucker. Grinding the sucker all the way inside her pussy, she pumped the hard candy against the walls of her sex. Her pelvis shot forward with each pump, and she angled the sucker stick to rub across her clit in time with the thrusts.
Her breathing turned to ragged pants that stole his mind from the music and the knowledge he’d given up on holding back and was stroking his cock through his shorts. All his attention centered on Lissa’s sensual moves.
Her hips bucked off the chair once again, hovering in the air for a long moment before falling back on the seat with her low, husky moan. Her pussy spasmed around the sucker. First clenching the candy tight and then pushing it partway out of her sex along with a flood of cream. “Yes, Thad! Just like that. Fuck me just. Like. That.”
His hand stilled on his dick. What the hell was she doing shouting his name?
The answer was irrelevant. Hearing Lissa call his name out with her orgasm was enough to have him moving behind her chair and pressing his mouth over her upturned one. Her lips parted and her tongue slid eagerly against his. She tasted of cherry sucker and sex, and Thad wanted to lick her everywhere.
Her left hand came up to curl around the back of his head and drag him down for a longer, wetter kiss. He sucked, nibbled, licked, and ate at her mouth, until her light vanilla scent and the potent aroma of her juices became too much to disregard.
Releasing her lips, he turned his head in search of her hand, pulling the first two fingers between his lips and lapping at the juices coating them. His balls went snug as the hot taste of her zeroed straight to his overaroused cock. “Shit. This just makes me want to lick your pussy all the more.”
Lissa’s breath rushed out on a sharp exhale. She jerked her fingers from his mouth and shot up in the chair. Her feet dropped to the floor and the cream-drenched sucker pulled from her sex to go sailing across the room.
Shock passed through her eyes. Her lips moved. She had to be speaking quietly because he couldn’t hear what she was saying over the music.
Noting a small silver CD player on the shelf above her computer monitor, he hit the Pause button. “What did you say?”
“You scared the crap out of me!” She swiveled in her chair to face him, looking guilty as sin and twice as tempting. “I thought I imagined you standing there.”
Thad’s gaze fell to her crotch. Her legs were a couple inches apart and the opening she’d made in the boxers hadn’t quite closed up. “I tried knocking, then calling out to you, but the song was obviously working its magic.”
“I was working. The song was my mood music.” Her voice dared him to deny her.
He’d never been known for turning down dares. Or a hot woman with her pussy hanging out. “Decorating a sex lounge?”
“Seriously doubtful in this county.”
The truth in her words hit home. Crichton was a bedroom community and not in the respect that people publicly talked about what went on between their sheets. He had to stop talking to Lissa about sex. “I thought you might have clients outside the area.”
“I do. But none of them own sex lounges.” She jerked her chin at the computer monitor and the digital rendering of a store layout on the screen. “I’m pulling together design ideas for the Sugar Shack.”
“Since when do they sell X-rated candy?” The words never should have left his mouth, but her lips were still glistening cherry red from the sucker, distracting him.
She shifted in her seat before crossing her legs and hiding his prize. “They don’t. I got stuck on ideas and thought an orgasm might help to clear my head. I didn’t know I had an audience for real.”
Even if she thought she was only fantasizing, it didn’t sound like something a nice girl would do. Neither did tossing out the word orgasm like they were discussing the weather. So maybe she wasn’t a nice girl. Or maybe she was. Either way, it didn’t matter. Thad was taking himself off this job and away from Lissa.
Nodding toward the dartboard and shuffleboard table on the opposite side of the basement, he asked offhandedly, “How do those figure in with your work?”
“When I finish a job and a client tells me how much they like what I’ve done with their place, Sam and I come down here to celebrate.”
“Where’s Sam now?”
Lissa winced at the edge in his voice. Sam had been right about Thad feeling like a victim to his lust around her. The way he was acting now, uptight and barely sparing her a glance, made it clear she’d pushed him too far with her masturbation show.
At first, she really had believed he was a figment of her imagination, but then she’d known better. The sizzling want in his cobalt eyes had been too arousing to let pass. Being a good girl was turning out to be a big job. After tasting the carefully restrained hunger in his kiss it was also a job she wasn’t about to give up on.
Standing from the office chair, she crossed her arms over her breasts, hiding her barely dressed state as much as possible given her limited resources. “Sam’s at his own work. He’s the curator at the field museum. They just got a new lion exhibit in and he wanted to be there to see the display plans he put together were followed.”
Thad finally met her eyes. A calm smile curved his scrumptious lips, suggesting he’d filtered the last several minutes from his mind. “I never got a chance to finish my inspection and was hoping to wrap it up today. Since I won’t be working the job, I want to be able to give the guys as good of a supply and man-hour estimate as possible.”
“You what?” Jeez, oh man, Lissa better really be imagining things now.
His apologetic look was all too real. “Working on a roof is dangerous enough without being distracted, and that you definitely do to me. Nash and Benny are good guys. You’ll be impressed with their work.”
“But I don’t trust them. I trust you.”
His gaze narrowed on her. “Why?”
“You’re a nice guy.” He didn’t look convinced it was enough, so she added, “You’ve never given me a reason not to trust you. A lot of men would have taken advantage of catching me masturbating.”
A self-deprecating smirk tugged at his lips. “I tried.”
“You got sucked into the moment. The second I realized I wasn’t