This is book 2 of my Serve and Submit Series. Each short, erotic story of 6000-7000 words is stand alone. There are five stories in this series, Pulled Over is already out. Under Cover, Party Time and Lovers are coming soon. Each hero serves the public in some way.
I was still hiding behind the curtain. “There’s no way I’m going anywhere with you naked! I–”
I didn’t get to finish. His face turned red and he said something about not having time for this. He grabbed my hand and yanked me out of the tub. As soon as my foot hit the floor my leg shot out from under me. I would have gone down if it hadn’t been for Dean’s rock hard body stopping my fall. I let out a cry, he swore some more, and in a heart beat my breasts were smashed against his chest. I was instantly engulfed in a smoldering heat of lust as my momentum pushed him backwards into the wall.
“Fuck!” He hit it with jarring contact. Our faces were close, we were both breathing heavily but for different reasons. I was very aware my nipples were hardening against his warm skin. “Not very good timing,” he finally said, looking down at me with amusement in his eyes.
I didn’t pretend not to know what he was talking about. Now was my time to reveal I was just as interested. “Maybe some other time?” His mouth twitched with a slight smile and he nodded, then pushed away from the wall, and I was forced to step away from him. “I’m still not going anywhere with you naked.” I could hear the fire alarm ringing from out in the hallway and knew there would be other tenants evacuating the building.
The next thing I knew he ripped the shower curtain off the hooks, folded it around my body a few times, bent, and threw me over his shoulder. I squealed, feeling myself slipping as he stood. “I’m falling!” I tried to wiggle my arms free but he’d wrapped me up like a cocoon.
“Hold on!” He managed to bounce me back into position, and wrap his arms around my upper thighs. I felt my face flush, ever conscious of my size fourteen curves, although he didn’t seem to mind. I thanked God the shower curtain was red and not clear because my ass was close to his face.
“I can walk, damnit!”
He ignored me, and turned quickly to walk into my bedroom, through the smoke filled apartment, and toward the opened front door. We were almost there when I remembered Tootsie.
“Wait, my cat!” I began to squirm.
“My first priority if getting you out of here.”
His first priority? I was more confused than ever. “But she won’t come to you!”
We reached the door just as three firemen burst into the apartment. I glanced up from my undignified position long enough to take in that they were dressed in full uniform and weighted down by the various tools of their trade. One of them smiled at me and I lowered my head with a groan.
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