Page 18 of Make You Stay

I’m working at her house every day of the week, and since she also works from home, we’re always in each other’s way.

Not that either of us seems to mind.

We’re friends, which may be the most terrible idea I’ve ever had, albeit our safest option. But that title hasn’t prevented me from wanting to know everything about her, while our strictly platonic relationship keeps us both at ease.

At least, until she bends over in front of me, and it takes everything I have not to grab her and sink balls deep inside her heat. Chloe has the most incredible ass I’ve ever seen, and I’ve never actuallyseenit.

Her tits are amazing, too, along with her face, and… her entire package is off the charts appealing. Throw in her kick-ass sense of humor, wit, and kind heart, and she’s the most attractive woman I’ve ever known.

Betsey was right. Chloe and I would make an excellent match if it weren’t for our rules.

But we have those rules for a reason, and we also have too much respect for one another to ever push the boundaries.

Not that the thought hasn’t crossed my mind many,manytimes.

My only complaint with my new friend and employer? The woman keeps the house about a thousand degrees, to where I’m stripped down to my t-shirt as sweat drips off my nose. “You’re one of those women,” I remark, shooting her a grin. “Never warm.”

“Aren’t most women like that?”

“Not all of them. You’re a special breed.”

“Oh, I’m special, alright.”

Yes, you are, Chloe.

She plops down on the floor near my work area, tossing me a bottle of water. “This looks amazing. You’re very talented.”

“In more way than one.”

Chloe snorts her water, raising her bottle in a mock toast. “I’m sure you are, but for obvious reasons, we’ll never know.” She pauses, leaning back on her hands. “I’m sure there are a lot of women who would love to date you. I know that waitress in the diner was giving you the eye.”

“Barbara? She’s pretty obvious about her intentions.”

“Does she comply with your rule?”

I nod, although I hate that word more every time I hear it. “She has a couple of kids.”

“Perfect.” Chloe’s eyes narrow in my direction, but I notice the smirk on her lips.

Is it, though? I’m not so sure anymore—about anything.

What I fail to mention is Barbara, although a beautiful woman, stirs nothing in me.

Chloe, on the other hand? Let’s just say I’ve jerked off several times to mental images of her naked and riding my cock.

“How many women are after you in this town?”

“Not many,” I retort, finishing my water.

She chuckles, shaking her head. “Are you telling me you don’t see the way women look at you?”

“Do you?”

“DoIlook, or do I see other women looking?” Now she’s testing me, that flirtatious gleam in her dark eyes.

“I know you don’t like lumberjacks, so I’m pretty certain you’re not looking. What other women are you referring to?”

Chloe pops to her feet, moving closer. “A few were trailing you down the aisles of the hardware store, drooling the whole way.”

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