Mitchell, like me, had gotten only as far as fresh underwear. He looked delicious in his form-fitting black briefs. I forced myself to turn back to the pipes. “You’re going to school, big man. I’m going to teach you how to do this, in case you ever feel the need to smash the shit out of your pipes again.”
I could hear the smirk in his voice. “You ever heard of Uhura?"
“What?”
“Never mind. Another very capable woman. On Star Trek. She fixed her own gear sometimes. It was very hot.”
“Star Trek, huh?”
Mitchell did the Spock hand thing. Somehow, he made it hot. I couldn’t help laughing.
“My hands can do other things,” Mitchell said, running his thumb over his lips.
Heat poured through me. I turned back to the pipes. “There will be no touching.”
“The pipes? Or you?”
“Both. You’re an amateur, Mitchell.”
“I can assure you I’m not.”
I glared at him. “You can’t touch any ofthiswhile you learn,” I said, circling the air around my body with my hand.
He held his up. “I’m just saying this could be fun for you too.”
“Oh, it already is.”
I turned around fully, resting my elbows on the cabinet.
His eyes immediately dropped to my exposed breasts. “Fuck,” he breathed.
“Now, pay attention.” I pointed the pipe in my hand at him. “First you need to make sure you have the right size pipes.”
Mitchell bit his lip, his eyes still on my breasts. “I seem to remember everything fitting perfectly.”
Heat scored a line down to my center. I kept my voice steady. “Are you paying attention? Eyes on me, Harrington.” I tapped the pipe against my right breast, making a soft slapping noise. “This is called the trap arm, and it needs to go into the wall.”
Mitchell looked pained. “Winona, please.”
“Is the water turned off?”
“I don’t know?—”
“We need to know for sure.”
“Anita!”Mitchell snapped. His eyes hadn’t left my breasts. His bottom lip went into his mouth like he truly was hungry for me.
“The water is off,” Anita confirmed.
I ran my hand over my left breast, pinching the nipple. My eyes dropped closed at the sensation. “Sorry, just thinking of all that water from when someone was washing these.”
“Winona, I swear to God?—”
I opened my eyes to see his nearly glazed over, his erection straining once more. His hand lowered onto his bulge and he allowed himself a soft stroke that made my pussy clench. How I wanted to get my hands and mouth on that.
But not yet.
Mitchell’s hand left his briefs, curling into a fist on the concrete floor. His eyes went to me. “You know, I could make you feel very good right now.” His low voice rolled over me like syrup. “Just say the word. I wouldn’t even need to take those off. I’d just slide them aside and my tongue could be right where I want it.”
