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The kitchen sink had been gurgling angrily at me for three days, so when the repairman finally knocked on my apartment door, I was already ready to kiss him. Within twenty minutes, the pipes were cleared, the water was flowing smoothly, and I was feeling immensely grateful. Right up until the moment he handed me the invoice, that is.
My checking account was currently hovering somewhere in the neighborhood of negative four dollars and I realized my usual charm wasn’t going to magically conjure up a hundred and fifty bucks. “So,” I began, as I flashed him my most disarming, slightly mischievous grin and tapped a fingernail against the paper. “Bad news on the financial front, Marcus. It turns out my bank and I are currently not on speaking terms, and my wallet is about as empty as this sink used to be…”
Billed By The Repairman
He raised an eyebrow and crossed his thick arms over his flannel shirt as he looked down at me with an amused glint in his eyes.
“Is that so, Cory?” he asked, almost as if he were teasing me. “Company policy is pretty strict about cash or card upon completion, so unless you’ve got a clever backup plan…I’m going to have to haul my toolbox back out to the truck and un-fix your plumbing.”
I bit my lower lip, letting my gaze drop down his muscular frame before looking back up and fluttering my eyelashes. “Oh, I’ve got a backup plan,” I murmured, as I stepped just a fraction closer to him. “And honestly, I think you’ll find it’s a much more enjoyable transaction than simply swiping a credit card.”
“Is that right?” he purred, while leaning down just an inch so that his breath brushed warmly against my cheek. “And exactly what kind of alternative currency are we talking about here, Cory?” I reached out, allowing my long fingers to trail slowly up the coarse fabric of his sleeve until they rested gently on the back of his neck. “Well, you put in a solid hour of hard labor fixing my pipes, so I figured it was only fair that I put in a little hard labor of my own to settle the debt,” I whispered playfully, as my thumb stroked the line of his jaw.
He reached out and effortlessly hauled my hips flush against his. “Careful what you bargain for, sweetheart,” he said, just before his mouth crashed down onto mine in a searing, demanding kiss. His large hands slid down to grip my thighs and lifted me effortlessly onto the edge of the laminate counter.
“Debt collector’s fee,” he murmured against my neck, as he planted a warm, open-mouthed kiss right over my pulse point that made me gasp and arch my back against him. “We’re going to need a lot more than an hour to settle this tab,” I whispered breathlessly, as I unzipped his pants and reached for his hard cock.
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