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Authors: Jeannette Winters
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kiss and, oh yeah, a lick or two.
Hannah was so deep in her own thoughts as she backed up almost to the doorway, that she wasn’t paying attention to any of her surroundings, except for Mark. She caught the back of her heel on something, sending her tumbling to the floor.
“Ow!” The word escaped her lips, barely a whisper as she covered her mouth so not to be heard.
Instantly Mark spun around, and the one chance to slip out had slipped away. The beam he was holding came crashing to the floor as he moved quickly to her side.
“Are you okay?” He was looking her over as though he expected some serious injury.
The only thing hurt was her pride. “Ow.” She could feel several things poking into her all at the same time. Her hand went to feel what it could be when she picked up a nail. Then she looked by her foot and saw a plastic bucket tipped over and an empty box of nails. Great. With everything in this room, I have to not just knock it over but scatter nails all over the floor. If it wasn’t for bad luck right now, I don’t think I would have any luck at all. She moved a bit and something dug into her. She winced. Lucky me, I’m on a bed of nails. How am I going to get off this without hurting more than just my pride? Heck, it hurts just sitting on it.
Her short robe now wide open revealed more than she wanted. It’s not the first time you’ve seen me like this, but this time I know you can see everything. There is no darkness hiding me this time. Can this get any worse?
“I’m fine. Just let me get up.” She needed him to back away. Her body hadn’t recovered from the sight of him, so his closeness was only keeping the flame lit.
“No. I’ll pick you up.”
Before she could argue with him, his strong arms were beneath her, lifting her up against his bare chest. Got my wish. Not the way I saw this happening, but I got to touch you. Even in this awkward situation, you feel amazing. He was hot and hard, such a sweet contrast to her cold soft hands. She wasn’t sure if she should laugh or cry at how pathetic this all was. It was like a scene from a love story. If only it were true, his lips would soon claim hers in a passionate, explosive kiss.
Before either of them spoke, a deep voice from behind her said, “You must be the lovely Hannah Mark has been talking about.”
She turned her head to find a man almost as tall and about the same age as Mark. Unlike Mark, though, this man was all mischievous smiles. Hannah had no doubt why. They were caught in a very compromising situation—both Mark and she were half dressed.
“Don’t mind my friend Mark. It seems having his hands full has made him lose his manners. I’m Don Farrell, Mark’s helper for a while.”
She felt Mark tense. This wasn’t any more pleasant for her, yet he didn’t put her down. The more she tried pulling away, the more it was obvious her attempts were totally ineffective. His arms were like steel. Beautiful pillars of hot steel. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. Even with another person in the room, she couldn’t control her dirty little thoughts.
“Will you please put me down?”
Mark slowly let her legs drop to the floor, but he continued to hold her against him with his other arm.
“All the way,” she demanded without meeting his eyes. Her hand had already felt his heart pounding. There was no need to confirm what she felt by seeing the same desire burning in his eyes.
Once freed she headed for the door. Don gave her a sweet nod and stepped out of her way. As she passed, he gave her a playful wink. Are you sure you two are friends? You’re as different as night and day.
Before she made it out the door, Mark had swooped her back up into his arms.
“What are you doing? Put me down!”
This time she pushed against his chest and shoulders, but the outcome was the same.
“Stop wiggling. You’re hurt.”
Hannah froze as she tried to assess her body. She didn’t feel any pain. Was this some ploy? If so it
Hannah was so deep in her own thoughts as she backed up almost to the doorway, that she wasn’t paying attention to any of her surroundings, except for Mark. She caught the back of her heel on something, sending her tumbling to the floor.
“Ow!” The word escaped her lips, barely a whisper as she covered her mouth so not to be heard.
Instantly Mark spun around, and the one chance to slip out had slipped away. The beam he was holding came crashing to the floor as he moved quickly to her side.
“Are you okay?” He was looking her over as though he expected some serious injury.
The only thing hurt was her pride. “Ow.” She could feel several things poking into her all at the same time. Her hand went to feel what it could be when she picked up a nail. Then she looked by her foot and saw a plastic bucket tipped over and an empty box of nails. Great. With everything in this room, I have to not just knock it over but scatter nails all over the floor. If it wasn’t for bad luck right now, I don’t think I would have any luck at all. She moved a bit and something dug into her. She winced. Lucky me, I’m on a bed of nails. How am I going to get off this without hurting more than just my pride? Heck, it hurts just sitting on it.
Her short robe now wide open revealed more than she wanted. It’s not the first time you’ve seen me like this, but this time I know you can see everything. There is no darkness hiding me this time. Can this get any worse?
“I’m fine. Just let me get up.” She needed him to back away. Her body hadn’t recovered from the sight of him, so his closeness was only keeping the flame lit.
“No. I’ll pick you up.”
Before she could argue with him, his strong arms were beneath her, lifting her up against his bare chest. Got my wish. Not the way I saw this happening, but I got to touch you. Even in this awkward situation, you feel amazing. He was hot and hard, such a sweet contrast to her cold soft hands. She wasn’t sure if she should laugh or cry at how pathetic this all was. It was like a scene from a love story. If only it were true, his lips would soon claim hers in a passionate, explosive kiss.
Before either of them spoke, a deep voice from behind her said, “You must be the lovely Hannah Mark has been talking about.”
She turned her head to find a man almost as tall and about the same age as Mark. Unlike Mark, though, this man was all mischievous smiles. Hannah had no doubt why. They were caught in a very compromising situation—both Mark and she were half dressed.
“Don’t mind my friend Mark. It seems having his hands full has made him lose his manners. I’m Don Farrell, Mark’s helper for a while.”
She felt Mark tense. This wasn’t any more pleasant for her, yet he didn’t put her down. The more she tried pulling away, the more it was obvious her attempts were totally ineffective. His arms were like steel. Beautiful pillars of hot steel. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. Even with another person in the room, she couldn’t control her dirty little thoughts.
“Will you please put me down?”
Mark slowly let her legs drop to the floor, but he continued to hold her against him with his other arm.
“All the way,” she demanded without meeting his eyes. Her hand had already felt his heart pounding. There was no need to confirm what she felt by seeing the same desire burning in his eyes.
Once freed she headed for the door. Don gave her a sweet nod and stepped out of her way. As she passed, he gave her a playful wink. Are you sure you two are friends? You’re as different as night and day.
Before she made it out the door, Mark had swooped her back up into his arms.
“What are you doing? Put me down!”
This time she pushed against his chest and shoulders, but the outcome was the same.
“Stop wiggling. You’re hurt.”
Hannah froze as she tried to assess her body. She didn’t feel any pain. Was this some ploy? If so it
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