ISBN 978-1-59426-945-5
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Cynthia Lyon, widowed and in need of a contractor to do some work on her cabin, hires construction man, Caleb Jenkins.  The contract he signed states, that if he fails to meet his deadlines, he'd be punished.  He quickly finds out Cynthia means business and that he's drawn to her.

An Acquired Taste

Was he watching?  She didn't know for sure, but she hoped so, she performed as if he was.  Sliding her fingers under the hem, she touched the soft damp curls hidden just beneath.  There were no panties to deter her, and he'd know that now, if he were looking.  Without looking towards the door, she rose from the bed and unfastened the button and zipper at the back of her skirt.  It was tight, so skimming out of it took some wriggling and pushing, which she accentuated.  When it dropped to the floor, she was naked from just below her hip bones.  The stiff black leather corset contrasted sharply with the pale flesh of her lower belly and the swell of her hips.  She folded the skirt and dropped it on the bed.  A smile played at the corners of her mouth and she turned away from the door, not wanting him to see her grin. 

Was he watching? 

She prayed he was. 

She ran her hands over her breasts, lifting them, squeezing the leather cupped mounds.  Her head fell back and she ground her hips into the air.  She smelled herself, her musk, her excitement, and the leather.  Languidly, she trailed her hands down her sides, feeling the ribs beneath the hide.  Lower still until her palms met flesh, her hips, and around to the soft swell of her ass.  She spread her legs and rolled her hips, enticingly—provocatively. 

Reaching up under her arm, she snagged the zipper tab and pulled.  The corset sagged and then fell away.  She caught it as it dropped towards the floor, and tossed it on the bed with the skirt.  Her skin was cold and damp in the sudden freedom.  She massaged her breasts, naked and soft, her nipples, taut against her palm.  The soft swell filled her palms.  Shivering, she spun towards the glass door.

He was there.  His mouth hung open.  One hand held the shovel; the other was on his crotch.  The front of his joggers tented towards her, held by his tight grip.  It took him a moment to realize she'd caught him.  When he did, he blushed beet-red and turned away.  The shovel landed in the dirt.  Bending to pick it up, he glanced her way again, as if to see if she'd really been watching him. 

 She was. 

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