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it from his body.
    “It’s sex. Lust. That’s all.” She was annoyed at the
breathless quality of her voice. God, please let that be all. Surely she could
scratch the itch and send him packing.
    Wes pulled farther away, and she wanted to cry out at the
loss of his body next to hers. He grinned and she struggled to respond, to
chastise him for the cocky grin, but words failed her.
    “I’ll take the lust…for now. I’ve waited years for you. I’m
not waiting any longer. You and me and a bed, pixie. It’s going to happen
sooner than later, so you may as well get yourself ready for it.”
    Jill grasped his shirt, pulled him back against her and
nipped his lower lip hard. He hissed, but she grinned seductively. Two could
play the alpha game. Maybe it was time she gave Wes a taste of his own
medicine. “You make that sound like a threat.”
    She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding his hard
cock more fully against her aching pussy. “Maybe you’re the one who needs a
warning. I’m very, very good at lust.”
    He gripped her hips with strong hands, pushing against her
until she groaned. “We really are going to burn the town down.” He took her
lips in a passionate kiss that left her head whirling, but before she could
resume control, he broke away, taking several steps back. Her gaze landed on
his erection, and she could only imagine the strength it must take for him to
walk away in such a condition.
    “Let’s make sure we’ve got this straight, Jill, because I’m
not going to stand for any backtracking. I’m working here as your handyman. You
match every hour I work, alone with me—in bed or out of it. Agreed?”
    She nodded.
    “One more thing.” She tried listen, but the fog from his
kisses clouded her mind. “From this moment on, there aren’t any other men in
your life. You want to limit this to something casual, to lust, to sex for now,
you’ve got it, but I’m the only man who’ll be warming your bed. Do you
understand?”
    She wanted to fight his demand, refuse him, tell him to take
his condition and stick it up his ass. Instead, she let her body answer before
her mind could formulate the words and nodded again.
    “Good,” he said with a pleased grin. “Start the timer,
pixie. I’m officially on the clock.”
    * * * * *
    Wes managed to get one bathroom functioning in time for the
lunch shift, but he was going to have to convince Jill to let him do some major
renovations. The pipes were as old as the damn building and he was certain his
quick repair was nothing more than slapping a Band-Aid on a cut that required
stitches. Of course, it didn’t help that someone had flushed some old rags.
Probably some teenager’s idea of a prank, though it was a damn stupid one.
    He’d taken a break for lunch, and Jill had given him
permission to use her apartment to wash up before eating. He had a fit when he
found out she left her home unlocked while downstairs working. She had no sense
when it came to security, and while Madison wasn’t a hotbed of crime, it was
simple enough to lock a door. He’d have to have a talk with her about it.
    As he came down the stairs, he heard the muffled
conversations of the patrons at the diner. Jill had built up one hell of a
business. She had a large group of loyal regulars who found it hard to resist
her mouthwatering specials.
    The scent of the beef stew she was serving drifted toward
him, and his stomach growled. During his midmorning break, he’d flirted with
her in the kitchen while she put together five homemade apple pies. He’d have
to watch himself while working here because he was certain he could gain twenty
pounds in a week with Jill cooking for him. Perhaps he should use a couple
hours’ pay running with her. He grinned as he considered all the ways he’d like
to be with her alone, surprised to realize a lot of his plans for their time
together didn’t involve sex at all. He genuinely liked being with her. She was
fun and funny and as sweet as