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  Unless this Tony guy liked to keep her around because he liked looking at her too. Maybe he liked to do more than look. Unreasonable anger, burning in intensity sent his blood boiling at the mere thought. No one should look at her like she was a piece of meat. No one should ever watch those dark, delicious curves of hers and get so hard they could drive nails with their randy cock. No one but him.

  Stumbling back, he had to shake his head to clear it. What in the name of all that was holy was the matter with him? None of this made sense. This was not the cool, calm, collected man he knew himself to be.

  *****

  Toni could have bitten her tongue when she noticed the tall blonde who had been leaning against his pretentious Beemer was staring at her. There was no doubt he had heard her ill advised words as he approached. It never occurred to her that Leland Westmorland would be as early as she was, well earlier seeing as how he had already arrived by the time she had gotten here. She just hoped and prayed he wouldn’t understand that she was referring to her trusty vibrator. It was unlikely seeing as how he hadn’t moved a muscle since she first spotted him out of the corner of her eye.

  “Mr. Westmorland?” She refused to be contrite or look guilty. He had no business sneaking up on her damn it.

  “Uh, yeah, I mean no, I mean…Leland. Lee, really. You can call me Lee.”

  Toni had to swallow a smile at the flustered man. His linen slacks did very little to conceal the fact he had heard every word she had said when she thought she was alone. Apparently he was intrigued at the possibilities. Too bad she wasn’t into vanilla, or she would have showed the good Mr. Westmorland, Lee really, some of those possibilities.

  He was incredibly hot. He was tall, probably about six-three or six-four, and though he was on the lean side, his well developed muscles were clearly evident. He was a blonde, several shades of blonde really ranging from pale white-blonde to a sandy brown color. His eyes were, of course, as blue as the Caribbean on a clear day. And that bulge he was sporting was none too shabby either.

  Damn shame, Toni thought to herself. Out loud she simply asked, “Are you ready to go? Since you’re already here, we might as well get an early start.”

  Chapter 3

  It took a minute for her words to penetrate Leland’s brain, and even when it did he could do no more than stare blankly for a few more minutes. Where was Tony? Surely this was not-

  “You’re not Tony!” He hadn’t meant for it to sound like an accusation, but damn it he felt blindsided.

  The petite bombshell frowned as soon as his words left his mouth. Her chin went up a few notches and her eyes narrowed. Damn, she was hotter when she was so obviously angry. It seemed impossible, but his dick got even harder. There was no way he could spend the day alone with her. His brain was barely functioning as it was.

  “Is there a problem?” she demanded in a voice that implied danger to his person. It was a turn on really. He wondered if she realized that. “Alan didn’t tell you I was black did he?”

  And did she realize how sexy a woman she was when she looked like she was about to cold-clock someone? Too bad for her his cock was in complete control right about now.

  “Alan?” he asked stupidly, his eyes glued to her now heaving bosom. If she had on a bra, it was doing nothing to hide the hard little pebbles her nipples had become. He wondered if she got wet when she was mad too.

  “Dr. Thompson? The man that hired you to work on the house he bought for my cousin?”

  Leland shook his head and licked his lips. As hard as he tried he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her nipples.

  “He never told me you were a woman.” Well that and that she was black, but he would have really liked to have known she was a woman. A delightfully scrumptious little package of a woman. A woman he would dearly like to-

  “Yeah, well you have obviously noticed I am woman, so I ask again, are you ready to go?”

  His eyes snapped back to her beautiful face which was no longer angry. If he had to guess he would say she was amused. She had the most beautifully expressive eyes. Although her complexion was dark chocolate, her eyes gleamed light amber, seeming to glow in her face. And they were directed right at his crotch.

  Looking down, he became aware of the fact he was rubbing the outline of his penis right in front of her.

  “Shit!” he dropped his hand and clenched his fist. “Uh, I’ll be right back,” he mumbled before stalking back to his car.

  *****

  Toni watched him go with a mixture of amusement and frustration. Alan may not have told him she was a woman, but she knew he damned sure didn’t tell him she was black. That was the amusing part; he couldn’t be bothered with her skin color because he was too thrown by her sex. The fact that his burning gaze set her engines revving was not so amusing, nor was it a good sign. Her clit was still throbbing from the way the delicious looking bulge pressed against the fabric of his pants. She had to say something because if he kept on rubbing the outline of that generous looking piece of meat of his she was going to jump him right then and there. That wouldn’t have ended well.

  “Ain’t this a bitch?” she wondered out loud, turning away to make final preparations for the short voyage.

  She had never felt so powerfully attracted to a man in all her life. The way he licked his lips while staring at her chest made her want to pop one in his mouth to feel that devilish looking tongue on her skin. There was no way she could work the entire summer by his side and not jump him. This was so not going to end well.

  By the time he got back to the boat, the bulge was gone. Toni couldn’t help but wonder if he jacked off in the car. As she steered carefully to the tiny island, she kept visualizing him leaned back in the driver’s seat, his cock in his hands. It had not only appeared long and proud, but thick and heavy. She could see in her mind’s eye his thumb rubbing over the mushroomed head to gather pearls of pre-cum, then those large hands spreading the lubrication down the thick, heavily veined shaft. She could see him working down then up, slowly allowing the tension to build, his free hand cupping his heavy testicles and gently rolling them around. A soft moan escaped her lips as she visualized his hand stroking faster. She had never seen a white penis before, but she imagined it would be angrily red as he stroked faster and faster.

  “Are you okay?”

  Toni jumped at the sound of the honey laden drawl right by her ear. The light spray of the delta water did little to cool the heat infused in her face. That was the second time the man heard something he had no business hearing. At this rate, he would know all her dirty little secrets by the end of the day. Luckily, they were approaching the island.

  “We’re here,” she told him after clearing her throat.

  They made short work of tying the trawler to the tiny pier and making their way up the stone paved path to the area where the house was located.

  “Looks like someone has already done a hell of a lot of work around here already,” Leland drawled as they walked briskly toward the house.

  “Yep,” was her only reply, setting the pace.

  Toni took immense pride in the way the area outside the general perimeter of the house looked as if someone had been living here and caring for the lawns and gardens for a decade. That was her parents’ doing. They had worked here every day for the past month, since the sale of the island went through, making the grounds look perfect.

  “Is there any reason why we’re running?”

  Yeah, so I can get rid of you before I do something really stupid, Toni thought to herself, but grudgingly slowed down. The man was walking entirely too close, she could feel his body heat stroking her skin with invisible fingers, teasing her senses, exciting her beyond reason. She managed to show him the perimeter of the big house, explaining as they went along all the work she and her crew had already done. Every time she stopped to show him where they had done some work, she noticed Leland would stand impossibly close, his hard, lean body barely brushing against her. She knew her voice was ge
tting huskier, but she ruthlessly suppressed her growing desire.

  Nothing good could come of it. He was just here for a summer job, and the last thing she wanted or needed was a fling. This man was from a different world. They had nothing in common.

  You don’t know that, her traitorous mind insisted. You don’t know anything about him at all. Why was she so damn attracted to him? Why were her panties wet just by being near him? Why did her heart speed at the sound of his deep southern drawl? This was beyond silly. Turning on her heel she led the way inside the house. There was plenty of work to be done in there given everything Alan wanted for his wife and newborn. While Leland was busy scribbling notes and taking measurements, she would simply excuse herself, go down to the boat and relieve some of the insane pent up desires he was inspiring. Maybe then she would be able to concentrate on the job at hand and not the man that was sending her libido into overdrive.

  *****

  Leland was having a hard time concentrating. He watched Toni’s lips moving as she explained all the work her construction company had done, but instead of hearing the words, he found himself fascinated by the shape of her mouth. Her lips were lush and full, coated with lip gloss he had a growing need to taste. It had a light pinkish color, indicating strawberry or cherry. How sweet would the flavor be? Would she moan softly in his mouth, or would she gasp if he took her mouth right this second?

  Never in his thirty-five years had he ever felt so damn primal. His body was strained to the maximum, demanding he take her and make her his. He didn’t understand what he was feeling, and with every passing second he cared even less. The way she moved with supreme self assurance made him hard as hell. She looked him dead in his eyes as she went over every minute detail of the work that had already been done and some of the work their mutual client wanted done. She dared him to even suggest she wasn’t up to the job by the way she challenged him whenever he was lucid enough to ask a question.

  He tried to tamp down his need to have this little fireball of a woman - he really did. When she turned and led him into the house, he knew he was a goner. He watched her hips sway as she walked. His hands literally burned and itched to just reach out and touch her. He wasn’t even aware he had done it until he felt the soft cotton/silk of her hair slide against his palm. He watched as if outside himself as she whirled to face him, her eyes wide but otherwise not protesting.

  He couldn’t stop his head from descending, stopping a breath away from her mouth to glance back up at those mesmerizing amber eyes. What he saw there made his hand tighten in her hair as he forced her head back and slanted his mouth across hers. Forcing her mouth open with his tongue, Leland ravished her mouth, her needy little whimpers feeding his obsession. Sweet and spicy, better than anything he could have imagined. He couldn’t get enough, drinking in all of her, and demanding more and more.

  Just a kiss, he promised himself. Even as he thought it, he knew it was a lie. His body pressed forward, pressing her against a wall. Bending his knees, he let go of her hair, grasping the ass that had tantalized him and slid her petite body upward until she was right where he needed her. Rocking his hips forward, he pressed his bulging erection against her core. Her heat permeated through the fabric of their clothing, giving testimony that the insane, almost animalistic attraction wasn’t only on his part.

  His body was insistent, demanding reaction from the woman in his arms. He needed her surrender unlike anything he ever needed - in his life. He wanted to be closer, he wanted the barriers between them gone. He would never be satisfied until she was underneath him, skin to skin, without a crack of daylight between them.

  “Stop!”

  Leland blinked, not sure he heard her right. How could he stop? Didn’t she know she was driving him insane?

  Taking advantage of his confusion, Toni twisted away from him, trying desperately to catch her breath. What the hell was she doing? Didn’t she feel how right they were together?

  “Look, I am not going to pretend there isn’t some kind of, of…attraction between us,” Toni told him holding up her hand to ward him off as he moved toward her.

  Attraction? Is that what she thought? He didn’t know what kind of reaction she usually inspired, and frankly he didn’t want to think about it, but he knew this was far more than some simple attraction. Everything about her enraptured him, called to him to make her his.

  “We have to work together,” she went on, oblivious to his inner turmoil. “It wouldn’t be a good idea to, to, uh, you know.” And with that, she whirled away, leaving him standing there with a painful erection and confusion clouding his brain.

  Chapter 4

  “Why don’t you put that man out of his misery?”

  Toni didn’t bother turning around. She knew who her cousin and lead foreman, Jimmy, was referring to. The conceited ass had watched her like a hawk every day, every minute they had been on this job. For the last three weeks she had studiously ignored him when she could, but it just wasn’t working. She had refused to talk to him since the day she had brought him out here to look at the property and take measurements. What would she say?

  Sorry I damned near climbed all over you and allowed you liberties with my person. Can you please do it again?

  Like hell! Not once had he brought his happy ass over to her and begged her pardon. He was the one pushing her all against the wall. Yeah, she had liked it, but he hadn’t known that before he did it! Besides that, he had not spoken a civil word to her since. There was absolutely, positively no way she would be the one crawling over to him with an olive branch, unless it was to brain him with it.

  Damn man! He ought to be shot for standing there in jeans that fit like they had been sewn just for him. She really resented the way they molded to those well developed legs of his, and those buttocks. Have mercy, those delightfully squeezable cheeks should be illegal. His crisp white shirt betrayed not one bead of sweat, though it did show those defined pecs of his, showcased the powerful forearms and accentuated that flat stomach. It was hot as Hades in July today, yet he looked like he was standing in an air conditioned office rather than the oppressive Georgia summer heat. And how dare he look so damn edible?

  “I bet butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth,” she sniffed derisively.

  “Girl, you know you want him,” Jimmy rolled his eyes dramatically. “I don’t know why you are beating around the bush…”

  “I am NOT into the swirl!” she lied hotly. She had never before been into white guys, but that was before Leland Westmorland.

  No matter how she lied to Jimmy, who was not only her cousin and coworker, but her best friend as well, she couldn’t lie to herself. She was into a white man alright, the worst kind of white man. The kind who could proudly trace his lineage directly back to Confederacy high ranking officers and government officials, probably boasted about it too. He was pure blue southern blood from the tip of his blonde locks to his doubtlessly manicured toes. It was galling to want the country-club-membership-having, silver-spoon-in-his-mouth, never-wanted-a-day in his life, Southern aristocrat.

  “You may not have before,” Jimmy snorted, hand dramatically placed on his hip, “But you are definitely into that man over there.”

  And she was. She couldn’t help herself. Every night in the privacy of her big, lonely home, she could not stop herself from fantasizing about Leland. If he had been a priss, afraid to get his hands dirty, or one of those stuck up types who ordered everyone around but refused to lift one pinky, she might have been able to work him out of her system. But no, he had to be the hands on type. How many times had she walked in on him shirtless and sweaty, moving lumber or banging a hammer right alongside members of her crew? He might be fully dressed today, but generally he could be found not only directing her construction workers, but working with them. Toni had learned to pick the spots she worked carefully, afraid that Leland would catch her gawking at him as he worked.

  Every night she was tormented by vision of the blonde’s rippling muscles str
etching and straining under lightly tanned skin. Why couldn’t he burn bright red instead of baking a light gold as he labored under the sun? Why did he have to always use the deep drawl of his, patiently explaining his schematic drawings to her and her foreman? And why in the hell did he tend to lean a little too close during briefing sessions, causing her overheated body to threaten to combust?

  Toni felt her face blaze as she thought about the x-rated dreams Leland inspired. She could not seem to stop her fingers from wandering in the shower as her mind replayed everything about the man at the end of the day. Somehow her own hands became his as she smoothed them down her body. When she cupped her own breasts, flicking her hard, aching nipples with her forefinger, it was Leland she felt on her heated skin. Inevitably one of her wayward hands would travel down to her creaming pussy, one naughty finger stroking the seam of her puffy lips. It was always his voice she heard encouraging her, egging her on.

  “Tell me what you want, baby,” his voice would purr in her ear. “Do you need me here?”

  As always, she would moan in semi-ecstasy as her finger would plunder all the places she wished him to be. In her mind’s eye, it wouldn’t be her fingers plunging inside her, but the thick, hard length of his cock driving her to the point of no return.

  “You like that, sugar?” he would ask as he hammered harder and harder deep inside her.

  There was just something about a southern man murmuring a well placed “Sugar,” pronounced properly, “Shug-gah” that made her go all weak in the knees. Leland had never uttered the endearment to her in real life, of course, but in her wicked fantasies it was often on those delectable lips of his.

  A white man should never have such succulent lips. What was a decent black girl supposed to do when faced with lips like that?

  “Earth to Antonia!” Jimmy’s voice brought her crashing back to the present.

  “Don’t call me that,” the admonishment sprang to her lips without any of the normal heat. As much as she hated to be called by her given name, she hated being snatched from her little daydreams of the “forbidden man” even more.