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My Very Naughty Handyman
- Naughty Men at Work, Book 3
- Narrado por: Roy Wells
- Duração: 1 hora e 8 minutos
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Sinopse
When Allie Bateman goes after a man, she goes after him! So, when she realizes that her condo is in need of major upkeep she hires handyman Rick Preston.
And Rick is one hot guy.
Allie wants him and she wants him bad. She begins a stealthy campaign of enticing him while he works. But Rick is also one very-focused-on-work guy. No matter what Allie offers... he ain't biting.
Not until she crosses the line with a desperate scheme to get him in the sack with her. Then she finds out the hard way that, no matter how naughty she may be, her randy handyman is naughtier!
WARNING: This 8,000+ word story contains light BDSM and mind-blowing sex between a gorgeous young fix-it guy and a gorgeous, young, and very horny woman. It is intended for mature readers, 18 or over.
Here is a brief taste!
When Rick's van came rolling up her driveway precisely at eight the next morning, Allie was ready for him. She sauntered over to the front door, already open, so that he could get a nice long view of her approach. She was wearing nothing but a short, unbelted white terrycloth robe that she held closed demurely with one hand as she toyed with a lock of wild, still-damp hair with the other.
She could just about see him drooling at the sight.
Oh, yeah? Watch this, my randy handyman.
Arriving at the door, she offered him a smile that was the perfect blend of sweet and seductive. "Hiya, Rick."
"Mornin'," he replied, doing a poor job of forcing his eyes to remain on her face.
Then she released her robe to open the door and as he stepped inside, she treated him to a full frontal that, unless he was in a coma, he would not forget.
"Oh, sorry," she said, quickly covering herself to cover back up. "I can't seem to find the belt to this little thing anywhere."