I raised an eyebrow. “How could you possibly remember my order?”
“I pay attention when I’m interested in someone or something.”
“Charmer.”
He chuckled. Dinner progressed with easy conversation and light flirting, but I found my mind often turning to Doom, which I found disconcerting. It was probably just the lingering effects of the orgasm he gave me. I more than likely just needed another one to get him out of my system.
Lyric
FIVE MONDAYS LATER, I walked into my house and discovered not one, but two of my kitchen lightbulbs were out. Shit like this always happened at the worst time. You know, like when you break your leg and can’t climb a ladder.
I limped into the parlor and unplugged a couple of my lamps, transferring one to my dinette and the other to my kitchen island. It wasn’t a permanent fix, but it helped. I’d just opened my fridge to figure out what to make for dinner when my phone rang. It was Doom.
“Well, hi there,” I said, my heart racing in a really good way. We’d been on a good sex schedule so far. Monday, Friday, and sometimes Sunday or Tuesday depending on the week. I don’t know why I didn’t make a deal like this ages ago.
“Hey, babe, you up for some relief?” Doom asked.
I bit my lip. “Well, that depends.”
“On?”
“How do you feel about heights?”
“Used to be a firefighter, Angel, heights aren’t a problem.”
“Right. Well, I’ve got a couple of bulbs out in my kitchen ceiling and I can’t climb a ladder right now…”
He chuckled. “No problem. I’ll screw them, then you. See you in a few.”
“Okay,” I breathed out.
He arrived twenty minutes later and came in through my garage. He greeted me with a sexy as fuck kiss, making me want to throw him on my kitchen floor and fuck him right there and then.
Damn boot.
“Hey, beautiful.”
“Hi,” I said with a sigh. “You smell good.”
“Yeah?”
“Like the woods.”
“Irish Spring.”
I chuckled. “You showered with the fancy soap?”
“I showered with the fancy soap on arope.”
“Wow, I feel special.”
“You should.” He kissed me again. “Now, where are the replacement lightbulbs and shit?”
“Everything’s in the garage. Want me to order a pizza?”
“Pizza’d be good. Pepperoni, olive, and mushroom.”
“Okay.”
