Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“In here,” she says from the living room.
She’s standing next to an outlet dangling from the wall. She gives me a sheepish grin.
“That’s electrical,” I say.
“I know it’s electrical.” She rolls her eyes. “I can change an outlet.”
“Well, by the sound of it, you just shocked the shit out of yourself.”
She fake cries, making me laugh.
“It hurt,” she says, shaking her arms. “It went all through my body and, like, sizzled me or something.”
“This is why Cricket told you no electrical.”
“Cricket needs to mind her own business.”
“Where’s your breaker box?”
She shrugs. “I have no clue.”
“Does this house have a basement?”
“Yes. The stairwell is in the hallway off the kitchen.”
“Do you have a flashlight?”
“Yup.” She holds up her phone. A light shines from the top. “See? I’m prepared.”
I sigh. “Okay. Show me the stairwell, please.”
She leads me through the kitchen to a short hallway. At the end, there’s a laundry room. She points to a closed door on the left.
“That’s it,” she says, thrusting her phone my way.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you the flashlight.”
“Oh no, Miss Fix-It. You’re coming too.”
She gasps. “I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
Her jaw clenches. “Jay, there was a snake outside a couple of days ago. Basements are snake havens. And spiders. And bugs. And . . . just do it for me, please?”
It would be so easy to do it for her. But this isn’t like the railings or the stairs. If those break, she could wait days, even weeks, for someone to help her if she couldn’t manage. But a thrown breaker? She needs to know where her breaker box is located.
“Come on,” I say, coaxing her to me.
“No.”
“Gabrielle.”
“Jay,” she whines.
“Where’s that can-do spirit now? Huh? Where’s that ‘We don’t need your help’?”
“It’s with the electricity. It’s gone. Now please go flip the breaker and bring back my spirit.”
I open the door and let my eyes adjust to the darkness. The stairs look pretty sturdy—probably twenty of them or so.
“You need to know where your breaker box is, Gabrielle. Come on.”
She glares at me and steps behind me. “You’re going first.” Her wrist rests on my shoulder with the phone dangling from her fingers. “Here.”
I take it. “You know, when I offered to help you, I didn’t realize it would be this involved.”
“That’s your fault. I fell off a deck, and you had to rescue me. I have a hard time believing you didn’t realize this would be so involved.”
We step into the darkness. Gabrielle keeps a hand on my back at all times. She’s giving me the lightest touch, but it feels like it’s burning into my skin. The heat bolts through me and coalesces in my cock.
Good thing it’s dark.
I wish it didn’t feel so good to be with her. I wish she had something annoying about her that made it easy to sit at home with a beer on my day off like I usually do. But that’s not the case. And it’s problematic.
“Jay . . .” She stays up against me from behind. “Do you see the box?”
I swing the flashlight around the basement. It’s bigger than I anticipated. “No. Not yet.”
Something scurries in the dark. Gabrielle yelps and dives under my arm.
With her breasts pressed against me, her arm slung around my back, and her head buried into my side, it’s like fireworks going off in every corner of my body.
“Relax,” I say, guiding her through the darkness. “I got you.”
“I like when you say that to me,” she says softly.
“When I say what?”
“I got you.”
My heart starts to pound.
“I know it’s a figure of speech,” she says. “And I know you’re not saying it in any kind of way. You’re not leading me on. But it’s nice to have someone like this, you know?”
Yeah. I know.
I didn’t know. I hadn’t known that I’d missed this at all.
Careful, Jay.
“There it is,” I say, shining the light onto a silver box on the wall. I sigh in relief. “Let’s get this thing open.”
She releases me, and I miss her touch.
“Look,” I say, prying the door open and flipping the main breaker. The power flickers on. “Did you see how I got that open?”
“Yeah.”
I peer down at her. She didn’t see shit.
I grin at the way she investigates her basement, studying each corner like a clown might jump out from behind a wall at any moment. Slowly, she gets farther away from me and starts to mosey around.
“It’s nice and dry down here,” I say. “But you would’ve known that, had you had an inspection.”
She laughs. “Don’t start on me about that.”
Gabrielle stands away from a half wall separating two spaces but bends over to see on the other side. Her ass is up in the air, the ends of her shorts riding up to the sweet spot where her ass meets her thighs.
I could slide up behind her, pull those shorts to the side, and sink my cock deep inside her. She would push backward, grinding against me, then look over her shoulder at me and beg for it harder.