Almost forgot to post a snippet today! I’m in the process of lengthening MAN FOR THE JOB this week, so here’s a favorite bit where Caleb is standing guard on Ellen’s porch (to prove a point, not because she’s in any real danger) and Ellen uses her feminine wiles to coax him indoors.
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He wasnt going in the house. Not a chance.
The screen door opened, and Ellen appeared in front of him wearing a towel. It was yellow, and nothing held it up but a tuck over her left breast.
No touching. No kissing.
The voice of his conscience was already so faint, he could barely hear it.
So what kind of pizza did you bring me, anyway? she asked.
Hawaiian. It wasnt a long towel. Her legs were long, though. Very long. Hope you like ham and pineapple.
What if I told you I was a vegetarian? Or I already had dinner?
It was a calculated risk.
She lifted the lid of one box and bent over slightly, inspecting the food. The towel got shorter. His dick got harder, though he couldnt really see how that was possible.
Ellen, he choked out. Could you do me a favor and put some clothes on?
She glanced over her shoulder at him. You show up on my porch uninvited and now youre trying to tell me what to wear?
When she put it like that, it sure made him sound rude. On the other hand, he was dying.
