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So that’s how I became what I am. But I also must say that, in addition to the pleasure I get from writing stories, I get an absolute thrill from knowing that, somewhere in the world, someone like you is getting some pleasure and perhaps a bit of titillation from reading them. So I think I’ll be doing this for a long time to come!
What inspired you to write your book?
Dreaming up a hot, horny little tease who teases the bejeezus out of the ultimate workingman stud was uber-fun!
Here is a short sample from the book:
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.”
Rick blinked. “Uh, yeah. So anyway, I’m going to start in your, um, bedroom – get that heating/ac vent cover and the ceiling fan all fixed up for you.”
She smiled again and flipped her damp hair seductively away from the back of her neck. “Sounds great. I daresay the nights can get pret-ty darned hot in that bedroom on occasion.”
Rick nodded with an awkward smile and left the room, his tool belt swinging various wrenches and hammers against his amazing well-muscled butt.
Allie sighed, smiled, then sat down in the living room to wait. Give him a chance to recall the view he’d just been treated to for a little while.
Fifteen minutes later she strolled into the bedroom. Rick was looking up at the ceiling fan. “I got that vent cover straightened out,” he informed her – as if she actually gave a damn. Next I’ll start on the fan.”
“Ooh,” Allie replied suddenly, sounding impressed. That fast? Let me see!” She walked quickly to the back wall toward the vent near the floor.
Here goes everything.
Catching a glimpse of him looking on, she got down onto her hands and knees, released the robe, and, while pretending to ooh and aah the stupid vent, she spread her legs from Tucson to Tallahassee and pushed her ass so far back at him he would have to be one ever-loving idiot not to jump her right then and there.
“Ooh, Rick,” she said in awe. “That looks great.” Then, still giving him her full moon to gaze at: “Jesus, is there, like, anything you can’t do?”
“Yes,” she heard him answer coolly. “I can’t reach the fan without a stepladder. Be right back.” Allie stared clear through the vent, shaking her head in disbelief as she heard his retreating footsteps move down the hall.
After a minute or two, and with no sound of him returning, Allie picked herself up and bade a hasty retreat to the kitchen to begin planning her final desperate move.
“My Very Naughty Handyman” is book #3 in J.C.’s “Naughty Men at Work” series. Complete your entire naughty collection today!