Tasting the Forbidden - A Mayhem Erotica Anthology (4 page)

“Dinner?”

I felt the loss as he slid out, then released my legs and set me back on the ground. “Baby, now that I have you, do you really think I’m going to let you go?”

I smiled up at him, my hand wrapping around his tie and yanking him down to me. My lips pressed against his, and I nipped at his bottom lip as I pulled away. “Good answer, Mr. Winthrop.”

After checking our clothes, Shane peeked out the door to see if we could sneak out. With the coast clear we made our way back toward the office, hand-in-hand.

It was going to be the longest afternoon of my life, but for the first time in years, I couldn’t wait for the evening to come. I had something to look forward to.

I was going to spend the whole night exploring my obsession.

HOUSE CALLS

Kit Neuhaus

Published by Mayhem Erotica

Copyright © 2013 Kit Neuhaus

Cover Art ©
Mayhem Cover Creations

Edited by Lynda Martin

All rights reserved, worldwide.

Special thanks t
o Carla, Erin, Laurel, Misty and Mary. I'd be lost without them. And thank you to L.J. for taking a chance on me."

A lonely housewife, bored and sick of her dismissive husband decides that a broken sink is just the opportunity she needs to bring some excitement--and sex into her life.

S
elena flipped the switch on the garbage disposal, and the sound of grating metal on metal thundered loudly through the room. The entire countertop shook, toppling the stack of coffee cups that sat on top. Satisfied, she pulled the rubber gloves off and tossed them on the counter.

Smiling wickedly, she grabbed the phone from the cradle and dialed Spartan Plumbing.

After spending several minutes explaining the problem and requesting a certain repairman, she hung up and decided to treat herself to a midday bubble bath. She’d had a good time eye-fucking the last guy that came to work on her sink. He’d been young and sexy with deep dimples pitting his cheeks and a strong, broad back.

His ass had been unbelievable too.

Just thinking about the sexy plumber had her wound up and heated. She hadn’t been able to get him off her mind for weeks. She was almost ashamed of the different ways she’d tried to sabotage her plumbing just so she'd have a reason for him to return. It was harder than it sounded, but she’d finally succeeded. He’d filled her every thought. In the shower, she’d picture him dripping wet and aroused, ready for her to take care of him. She pictured him shirtless, leaning against the counter while she cooked, and imagined him coming up behind her while she stood at the sink, fucking her from behind. He was everywhere she looked. There was no escape, and her sex drive had gone into overdrive after his visit.

Her body held more tension than should’ve been normal for a married woman her age. Some days she felt twenty years older than her thirty-two years. Life had become stressful and mundane. Her husband, Alex, was seldom home, and when he was, he was dismissive and cold. She wasn’t sure when they’d lost their way, but the fact was they had. It hurt, and she was troubled by it. More than anything, she missed sex.

She lounged in the tub, lost in thought, while her hands roamed the inside of her thighs. Her time alone amidst the warm water and bubbles had become her favorite part of the day. She loved escaping and fantasizing about someone that could take her to the heights she craved. Closer and closer, her hands moved up toward the ache between her legs. Gently, she teased, trying to prolong the thrill of giving herself pleasure no one else had in a long time. She stroked her pussy slowly, swirling her finger around the sensitive flesh of her clit. Hissing between her teeth, she took it between two fingers and pinched, her back arching as the tightly wound thread of tension broke.

She startled and then giggled when the doorbell rang. She’d only begun touching herself, but she had a feeling seeing Tyson again would help her finish what she’d started. She’d been left unsatisfied in the bath, and the core of her ached for release, but she knew he was the antidote she needed. Quickly wrapping her robe around her still-damp body, she ran down the stairs to answer the door.

She knew she looked scandalous standing there in her short silk robe, but the ruggedly handsome man she’d been thinking about earlier as she touched herself greeted her with his sideways smile, and something inside of her snapped.

“I apologize if I’ve caught you at a bad time, ma’am. I was in the area, so I decided to take this call first.”

He smiled apologetically, and all she could think about was running her tongue over each and every inch of him.

He was ungodly beautiful, and every part of her wanted to know how it would feel to have him touch her. Feeling brazen and unreasonably aroused, she pulled the door wide and invited him in.

“It’s fine. I was just taking a bubble bath.”

With toolbox in hand, he slipped past her and inside the house, but not before he let his eyes enjoy the sliver of skin left exposed by the gaping robe.

“I think I remember where to go,” he said with a small smile dancing at the corner of his mouth.

“Of course.” She smiled coyly and waved her arm in the direction of the kitchen.

Following after him, she enjoyed the view of his ass as he strolled into the kitchen. Just the way he carried himself told her that he knew how to use what God gave him, and Lord, did she want him to show her.

Instead of leaving him to work on his own, Selena decided to watch. She had no interest in plumbing, but she damn well had an interest in the man with the tools. Bracing herself on the tile, she lifted and sat on top of the counter of the center island. The view from there was fantastic, especially when he crouched down to get a better look underneath the sink.

He worked quietly for a while, squirming around on the floor and twisting his wrench around the pipes. Her thoughts went into dark, forbidden places, thinking about
his e
quipment and what she could do with it.

Her fingers stroked down her cleavage and finally slipped underneath the smooth fabric of her robe so she could caress her breast. She pulled at her hardened nipple, wiggling a little and crossing her legs to ease the sharp ache between her thighs. She was throbbing, hungry for what she imagined would be the ride of her life.

Sure, she was aware that she was walking an incredibly fine line. Fantasizing about another man was one thing, but acting on those impulses was something quite another. She thought about Alex, a man she’d fallen in love with over ten years ago. She still loved him, but he hadn’t laid a hand on her in months. She’d tried enticing him, flaunting herself in new lingerie and rubbing against him as they slept, but he was utterly disinterested.

She thought about stopping her hand from moving farther down to rub away the sensations, but she couldn’t help herself. The thought of Tyson catching her touching herself excited her. He was preoccupied under the sink, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t look up at any moment and see what she was doing. It was provocative, that voyeuristic urge she felt while watching him.

She readjusted her legs, letting them fall open far enough so that she could reach the tender flesh between them. She circled her clit gently, swallowing down a small groan. She was so sensitive from having him in the same room with her that she shuddered all over. She was already so close that it wouldn’t take much to make her come.

She was startled by that thought.

She felt like she was standing outside of her skin, watching from the outside. Unfamiliar and unsettling thoughts flooded her, and she wasn’t sure who she was anymore. She was positive, however, that if he showed her a modicum of interest, she was ready to throw everything she knew to be right straight out the window. At that moment, she didn’t care.

A loud thump, then a groan pulled her attention toward the sink where he was working. He fell back on his rear and held his head, cringing from pain.

She jumped off the counter and kneeled down in front of him. “Are you all right, Tyson?”

He stared for a moment before letting his eyes fall to her breasts. She looked down, realizing her robe had fallen off her shoulder, leaving her chest bare and open for his gaze. Without letting her eyes leave his, she reached over and started to pull it up when he stopped her.

“Don’t,” he said roughly. “You’re beautiful.”

Her breath hitched. Slowly, he pushed the silk away from her skin, letting it fall to the floor. The heat of his hand on her shoulder burned through her like a fire, the sting intense. Sitting up on his knees, he leaned in and kissed her shoulder. His lips were warm and soft, and she let her head fall back and just . . . felt.

Soon, he was hovering over her and pushing her onto her back. As he straddled her, his blue eyes blazed with passion before he dived down, invading her mouth with his. The tile underneath her was cold against the heat of her skin. Everything about that moment was sensation overload. Her mind and body were at war, but her body was winning.

He was hard all over, thick and heavy, and she craved the way he was crushed against her. Her hands were everywhere, and his lips were like sweet heaven. She grappled with the zipper of his pants, frantic to feel him flush against her, skin to skin.

Wrapping her arms around his back, she lifted her hips and clenched him with her legs, pulling him closer and deeper.

“What would your husband think if he found us like this, Mrs. Phillips?”

“Oh God,” she cried. “What am I doing?”

She felt wild. Her head thrashed back and forth as she tried to make sense of what was going on. Things were happening so fast . . .
too fast
, she thought. The feud of mind and body that was beginning to brew inside her was out of control, but she needed his touch—more than she'd realized.

His brown eyes were warm, inviting. She could see the want in them, and there was no better compliment for a woman than the sheer lust and desire he poured out for her to see.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? Isn’t this the reason I found this at the bottom of the drain?” He held up her wedding ring, spinning it in front of her eyes.

She was speechless. What was she supposed to say? She was caught red-handed. She wasn’t even willing to deny it at that point. She was beyond playing coy.

“What if it was? What if I lured you here? I’ve thought about you every day since last week.”

His eyes darkened, and his lips curled into a devilish smile. He was wicked and oozed sex from every pore. She’d never known men like him, not even in her younger years. There wasn’t anything about him that didn’t appeal to her. Perfection was on the tip of her tongue, but she wasn’t stupid enough to believe he was so. He was willing to screw a married woman, and that alone shattered the myth.

“You’re about to get fucked, Mrs. Phillips. That’s what you want, isn’t it? That’s why you answered the door in nothing but a robe, and why you teased me with those shameless short-shorts when I was here last week. Isn’t that the reason you bent over in the garden when you knew I was looking through the kitchen window at you? You want this . . . you want me.”

She couldn’t deny it. She wouldn’t. “Yes, yes. I want you to fuck me. I want you!”

He pressed his knee between her legs, pushing them apart and settling on top of her. Sitting up on his knees, he pulled his work shirt off and then tugged his T-shirt up and over his head. Selena wrapped her legs around his narrow waist and eased his pants down with her toes. Once they were past his hips, he pressed his hardened erection at her entrance, then sighed and shook his head.

“What?” she asked.

“Condom.”

She hadn’t even thought about it, honestly. It’d been a long time since she’d had to worry about protection, not since she was a girl in college. Again, the reality of the situation dawned on her like lightning.

“I don’t own any.” Her mouth was dry, her throat burning. At that point, she wasn’t positive she would have cared. Careless, irresponsible, and past all logic. She was definitely losing her freaking mind with him.

He chuckled. “I’ve got us covered, Mrs. Phillips. It’s in my pants.”