Even though she’s a nurse at a sperm bank, meeting young, virile medical students every day, Natalie Watson’s relationships always seem to suffer from “stress fractures.” With a hopeless prognosis, she seeks metaphysical help. The tealeaf reader tells her there's a perfect man for her, but she might have to change her definition of perfect.
Shane (Crusher) Derby, owner of Derby Demolition, takes out his aggressions all day long by blowing up buildings and smashing the contents. He couldn’t be mellower until the nurse in the adjacent building tells him to keep it down. He’s making her donors jump and miss their cups. And he has the nerve to think it’s funny.
Shane Derby called over his shoulder to his men. “Clear!” He pushed the plunger and stepped back as the charges detonated. The decaying, four-story building imploded and came crashing down in a pile of concrete, wood, marble, and dust. His men, many of whom were college boys working through the summer, cheered. The building had collapsed in on itself and had barely littered the street. A perfect demolition.
One of them yelled over to him. He removed his earplugs and smiled.
“Oh, sorry. I said nice job, Boss.”
“Yeah, that was a thing of beauty.”
He studied the site and pointed to a corner that hadn’t quite come down. “We’ll have to take the wrecking ball to that,” he called over to his assistants. And we’ll need to take down the abutting wall of the building next-door brick by brick. I estimated about a week for the job, and I think that’s right on target.”
Movement out of the corner of his eye caught Shane’s attention. A cute lithe figure wearing a nurse’s uniform bounded down the stairs of the building next-door two at a time. Her long, shiny, dark hair fluttered in the breeze. She made purposeful strides right toward him. As she approached, he could see her cute face, but her jaw was set and her blue eyes were blazing.
“Are you in charge here?” she shouted upon reaching him.
“Shane Derby at your service, miss, but call me Crusher. What can I do for you?”
“You can start by telling me why you didn’t notify the area businesses that you’d be blasting today.”
“Not my job, miss… Miss? I didn’t catch your name.”
“Never mind my name. And what kind of irresponsible attitude is that? ‘Not my job.’” She stood with her feet apart, arms folded, and as immobile as a brick wall. For a small girl, she had ample breasts that jutted over her arms and separated in two nicely delineated peaks.
Shane wasn’t used to women yelling at him about his attitude or anything else. “Look, Miss never-mind-my-name, the building owner should have done that, if he thought you needed to know. Maybe he thought it didn’t matter. I was just hired to blow it up, and I do what I’m paid for.”
“How arrogant. Of course we needed to know!” She took one step closer. “You just cost us some valuable samples.”
This beautiful spitfire barely came up to his shoulder, but there she stood on the sidewalk, almost toe to toe with him, leaning toward him with hands on her hips. It would have been a menacing pose if she were bigger. Despite her anger, Shane felt an attraction to her full lips, cute freckled nose and intense blue eyes, as well as the passion and purpose this woman seemed to have. She was so unlike the empty-headed bimbettes he’d been meeting for the past few months. His masculinity stirred in his jeans. “What kind of samples?”
“I work at the sperm bank next door. They were donor samples. Thanks to your fireworks, two of my donors missed their cups and a third is so traumatized, he won’t get another erection for a month!”
Was she joking? Could someone be putting her up to this? Her demeanor said she was dead serious. Shane reared back and an explosion of laughter erupted from deep in his diaphragm.
Her eyes widened and she glared at him. “You think this is funny? Some childless couple may have been counting on a donation from one of those men, and you think it’s a laughable situation?”
Shane pulled himself together and took a deep breath before he responded. “No, darlin’, but don’t worry. Me and the boys will come over after we’re through here and leave you a present.”
The nurse clenched her fists and bristled. “How dare you! Do you think you could possibly measure up to our standards? We require college graduates or at the very least four-year college students with some sort of promising talent. You and your rag-tag team would be turned down flat.” She whirled on her heel and stomped off toward her four-story brick building.
Shane’s amusement turned to disbelief. Arms folded, he called after her, “Perhaps I should have over calculated and set off that detonation just a little to the left.”
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She felt his fingers plying the buttons of her blouse until each one popped open. His hand slipped around her back and unfastened her bra. She wondered how far she should let this go and then he cupped her bare breast with his whole hand, stroking the hardened nipple and she arched into it. Unable to help herself, she moaned into his mouth. She wanted him to do savage things to her.
“Natalie, honey,” he whispered.
She half-opened her heavy eyelids and stared at his moist, swollen mouth. She watched it move, but felt she was hearing him from far away.
“I’m going to get undressed. Any objections?”
She shook her head. “Please turn off the light, first.”
He grinned and unbuttoned his shirt while he walked to the light switch next to the door. “I want to see you naked before I turn it off.”
He shrugged and switched off the light. He finished stripping right there in the dim light from the next room. She rolled off the bed, pulled down the covers, and quickly shed the rest of her clothes. Standing in the doorway, his body a glowing silhouette, she could see the length and thickness of his arousal. She jumped into bed and began to pull the sheet up.
He was next to her in an instant and ripped the sheet out of her hand. “No. Let me see you.” Before she could protest, he ran his hands over her torso from her neck through her cleavage over her stomach to her lightly covered mound. She lowered her back to the mattress and let him possess her while she moaned, softly. “I don’t mind you looking at me like you’re reading a book of Braille.”
“Why are women embarrassed about their bodies? Females are much more beautiful than males with all the curves and softness.”
“I may have a soft spot or two that I’m not exactly proud of.”
“Oh yeah? Let me find it.” Shane proceeded to tickle every soft spot he could get a hold of as she shrieked and thrashed, trying to wriggle away from his torturous fingers.
“Stop! Cut it out. No more.”
“What are the magic words?”
Natalie wanted to punch him and say the magic word was him yelling “Oww.” The man was merciless. “Stop it, Shane. I mean it.” Her giggles had turned to gasps.
He eased up and said, “I’ll stop, but you haven’t said the magic words, yet. You know what they say about ticklishness?”
Her sides ached, but she managed to answer him, hoping he’d stop if she said it. “That it means you’re horny?”
“Oh, is that what it means?”
He tickled her some more, but not significantly. Her skin was still so sensitized that she jumped about a foot off the mattress and laughed again.
“Hmm. You must be horny, then.”
“If I say I am, will you stop?”
“If you say you are, I’ll do something else.”
“I am.” She hadn’t really planned to make love tonight, but she really was horny. Her center craved to be filled, and as she had just witnessed, there were worse things he could do to her.
He rested a stilled hand on her stomach and leaned over her. “You’re beautiful, Natalie. Every inch of you.”