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Sable Hunter!!
**Blurb**
Lacy spends her time planning events at a country club. Her latest and greatest project is the big Fourth of July celebration. Fireworks lighting up the sky – Red Hot and Boom! She loves the excitement and the spectacular display of sparkles and heat gives her a thrill. The only problem is… Lacy has never had any fireworks of her own. Despite having to listen to her friends tell of their sexual escapades, she has never experienced the big ‘O’. According to the only man she’s ever given herself to, Lacy is frigid. Is something wrong with her or has she just not met the right man for the job?
Jake is the manager of the golf course at the country club. He’s designing and overseeing a building project and the sight of him shirtless and sweating and flexing…has given Lacy ideas. Jake has a certain reputation of being able to handle almost any task he’s given. Rumors of his sexual prowess are legendary. Now, every time Lacy sees him working with his hands, doing some heavy lifting, his body gleaming with the sheen of exertion – she begins to hope that Jake can give her what no one else ever has.
***Excerpt***
“Might want to do up your jacket,” a strong male voice said beside her.
Lacy froze. This was beginning to be a habit. Yes, when she turned, Jake was right there, leaning against the beige brick wall with his arms folded across his thick chest. “What did you say?” She finally managed to ask.
“Before you go in, you might want to button your coat or you’re going to give everybody a thrill,” Jake said, gesturing with his hand at her open blouse.
Not understanding, Lacy looked down and found her white blouse clinging to her chest, her light green bra very visible through the fabric. Good gravy! “Dang, I’m so sorry.” Lacy squeaked, clasping her small purse in front of her chest. She’d wanted him to see her bra one day, but this wasn’t how she’d envisioned it going down.
Jake chuckled. “Don’t be sorry. I’m not.”
“What’s so funny?” Lacy inquired, embarrassed. After all the things she’d been daydreaming about them doing together, finding herself in a situation like this with Jake was almost more than she could bear.
“You’re gonna need a bigger purse than that,” he said with a wry smile. The teasing and ribbing he’d taken from those three dating service women came to mind. It was clear, if you gave those three an inch, they’d take a mile. And if they’d mentioned Lacy Allen once, her name had come up a dozen times. But they were right, she was cute as a bug.
Humiliated, Lacy was absolutely humiliated. She didn’t have that much contact with Jake, surely not as much as she’d like to have. And here she was, standing in front of him, giving him his very own private wet T-shirt contest. What to do? She wanted to look at him, see his expression. Did he like what he saw? Maybe she should try to get the attention off of herself. Yea, that would be smart. “Too wet to work?” she asked timidly. Hell, she could relate. After fantasizing about the gorgeous man in front of her, her panties were still soaked and she hadn’t even gotten to enjoy what could have been a satisfying finish.
Jake stepped out to the edge of the overhang. “I’ll tell you one thing, I’m from here, grew up in Sabine Parish. And there’s one thing about this place, it can be hot as hell but a storm can come up in a heartbeat.” He stuck his hand out and cupped it, instantly his palm filled with water. “I left as soon as I got out of high school, went to Arizona where it hardly ever rains. But here, rain can come out of nowhere and before you know it, you’re all wet.”
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