Page 50 of His Hot Mess

All of that sounds a hell of a lot like the kinds of things one would do in a relationship, Slade.

But that wasn’t what I wanted. I was just tired—my knees and hands and hell, myasshurt from rolling around naked in a fucking renovation site.

Even if itwasthe hottest thing I’d ever experienced.

At first I still thought we could get work done.

“We could go upstairs,” Sadie had said after we lay panting on the wood, her on my chest, my fingers stroking her hair. It was tempting—I would have loved to run around to her apartment door, jump into her bed, and go again. But guilt tugged at my conscience. I patted around for my jeans and pulled out my phone. It was only nine.

“We should probably at least do some of today’s work,” I’d said, thinking about the actual project for the first time since I saw her dancing upstairs, my chest doing a weird squeeze as Dolly Parton drifted down onto the sidewalk.

“Right,” she said. “Of course.” Sadie had extracted herself from my arms and reached for her t-shirt—the only piece of her clothing within reach. The rest of it was strewn all over the floor.

I could tell she was wounded. I hesitated. Part of me wanted to tell her to forget about it—working was the last thing I wanted to do right now either—I was hungry, and wanted to eat this woman for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But I did want to do the work we’d planned for her shop. I wanted to help her with her plans, not just derail them.

“Technically I’m here to do a job,” I said.

“Yeah, of course.” She put on a smile that was nothing like the Sadie smile that made me turn all warm on the inside. This was just a brief upturn of the lips. A pleasant,I’m fine,kind of smile.

“Let’s get to it,” she said. “As soon as I find my clothes.”

That last part was stiff, like she was embarrassed. She pulled on her t-shirt and stood up to look for the rest of her clothes.

“Are you okay?” I asked as I grabbed my underwear, the only thing close to me.

As I pulled them on she looked at me and seemed to consider what to say. Then her eyes went down.

I was wearing shorts now, but they were the snug kind; the kind where you don’t need to imagine what’s underneath.

“F-fine,” she said. Whispered, really.

I wanted to ask her if that was true. I wanted to makesureshe was fine, but she began walking towards me, and she was wearing only the flimsy white t-shirt I’d ripped off her a short time ago. The hem barely covered her pussy.

My dick came back to life.

She noticed.

Two minutes later we were fucking against the wall, Sadie screaming my name while I buried my face in her neck and my cock in her hot slit, thanking Christ I had a two-pack of condoms in my wallet.

After we slid to the ground, both of us breathing hard, I looked over at Sadie. Her t-shirt was damp with sweat; little strands of hair sticking to her face. She looked incredible. Beautiful. Perfect. I reached a hand up and ran my thumb over her lower lip. I wanted her again.

I finally admitted to myself that work was out of the question.

“Let’s go back to my place instead,” I said. “Where we won’t be interrupted. We'll work overtime tomorrow to make up for it.”

Ten minutes later we were finally fully dressed as we climbed into the cab of my truck. The minute I pulled the door shut I leaned over and kissed Sadie, long and hard. Now that I’d had a taste, I couldn’t keep away from her. She was like oxygen. Maybe my need was amplified by the fact that we were parked on Barkley Falls' Main Street, and anyone could walk by at any moment. Glancing up, I could make out at least two people I knew amongst the pedestrians and people getting in and out of their cars.

When I finally made myself sit back against my seat, I took in her face.

She looked a bit shell-shocked.

My stomach dipped. "You’re not okay,” I said.

Her eyes seemed to focus. When they did, she smiled at me, but this time the smile looked… nervous. Or… sad, or something.

“Chris?”

“Yeah?”

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