The Electrician (Working Men Series Book 5)

by Ramona Gray

  He smiled at me again before dipping his head and licking me from my wet hole to my clit. I clutched at his head with both hands, staring unseeingly out the window as Jonah licked my clit with wide, flat strokes of his tongue.

  He eased his hands under my ass, lifting me up slightly to give him a better angle. His tongue dipped into my wet entrance before he licked his way back to my clit.

  “Oh God, oh God, yes. Please, Jonah, right there,” I moaned quietly.

  He concentrated on my clit, sucking and licking as I shoved his face against my pussy with an embarrassing lack of shame. I was so close, and when Jonah pushed one thick finger into my core and sucked hard on my clit, I pressed my mouth shut against the scream that wanted to escape and came all over his fucking face.

  I panted and moaned, my pussy clenching around his finger as he licked me clean. Gasping, I pushed at his head. “Stop, please.”

  He kissed the top of my pussy before leaning back. “Okay, pet?”

  I nodded, trying to catch my breath as Jonah pulled the cups of my bra over my breasts and fastened the clasp. He had my shirt buttoned before I caught his hands. “What are you doing?”

  “Helping you dress before someone else walks into your office and sees what’s mine.”

  I blinked at him. “The door is locked, and it’s not yours.”

  He didn’t reply. Instead, he picked up my thong and hooked it over my feet before pulling it up my legs to my thighs. He stood and took my hands. “Stand up.”

  I stood, and Jonah made a smug little laugh when my knees buckled and I had to grab his shoulders.

  “Stop looking smug,” I muttered as he pulled my thong up and tugged my skirt down. I caught his hand when he reached for his t-shirt on my desk. “Jonah, wait. What, um, what about you?”

  He reached down and adjusted his dick, grimacing a little before shrugging into his t-shirt. “I’ve been in your office too long as it is.”

  “You can’t – I mean, I’m coming across as selfish and that isn’t -”

  “You’re not.” He stopped my talking with a soft kiss before putting his work shirt on and buttoning it. “You can make it up to me later. Bye, Claire.”

  “I – bye, Jonah.” I watched in disbelief as he unlocked the door and walked out of my office.

  * * *

  Jonah

  “Hey, head in the game!”

  I stared blankly at Elijah and he gave me an impatient look. “It’s your turn.”

  “Relax,” I said as I stood and grabbed the bowling ball. “It’s only bowling.”

  Elijah glowered at me as Matt laughed. “He’s competitive, which is why I put him on your team, Jonah.”

  “He’s not acting competitive,” Elijah said. The firefighter wasn’t the biggest guy in town – that honour belonged to Asher Stokes – but he was a close second at 6’3”. I was just over six feet myself, but while I had a lean build, Elijah was built like a brick shithouse, as my father used to say.

  “He’s just got a lot on his mind,” Matt said. “Cut him some slack.” He nudged his work partner Mia. “Hey, you wanna split some fries or something?”

  She shook her head and pulled her t-shirt away from the curve of her belly. “No thanks.”

  I gave her a brief once-over as I moved toward the lane to throw the ball. Matt had told me once that Mia was self-conscious of her body and what she deemed to be extra curves. She wasn’t my type, but it had nothing to do with her curvy body and everything to do with her personality. She was too timid, too quiet, and too meek for me. I liked my women with a temper and a fiery personality.

  Like Claire?

  The errant thought hit me just as I threw the bowling ball. I jerked and heard Elijah mutter a curse when my ball went straight to the gutter.

  I grimaced and grabbed my ball when it returned. This time my ball hit the gutter when I heard Claire’s soft voice coming to my left. I slipped and nearly fell on my ass in my hurry to turn and look.

  Claire, along with Asher Stokes and the redhead who worked at Mugs coffee shop on Main Street, had stopped at the lane next to ours. Asher was holding a bowling ball bag in one massive hand and the redhead’s hand in the other. As Elijah muttered another curse and pushed past me to take his turn, I walked toward Claire and the others.

  She was just slipping into her bowling shoes and she turned bright red when she glanced up and saw me standing in front of her. Her face was eye level with my crotch. When she glanced at it and licked her lips, I had to quickly think about Elijah punching me in the face if we lost the game to keep my dick from hardening.

  “You following me, Claire?” I grinned at her.

  “Hardly. In this town, there’s nothing else to do on a Friday night but go bowling.”

  That was true. Not that we didn’t have bars and clubs. We had three bars and a nightclub on the edge of town, but if you weren’t a drinker or weren’t looking to get laid, there wasn’t much point in going to them.

  “Hey, Asher.” I held out my hand out to the big welder who shook it. “Good to see you again.”

  “You too. Heading to the Thompson site on Monday. You finished there?”

  “Not quite. I’ll see you there.”

  He grunted in reply, and I held my hand out to the redhead when neither he nor Claire introduced me. “Hi, I’m Jonah Peterson.”

  “Luna Davis.” She shook my hand and gave me a bright smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

  “Likewise.” I smiled at her and watched in amusement as a shadow crossed Asher’s face and he put one big arm around her narrow waist.

  “Luna’s my girlfriend.”

  She smiled up at him and rested her hand on his forearm. I wondered inwardly how the two of them even had sex. Asher was massive and Luna barely came up to his chest.

  “So, how do you and Claire know each other?” I didn’t want to go back to my friends. I wanted to sit down beside Claire, put my arm around her, and show everyone that she belonged to me, just like Asher was doing with Luna.

  “We’ve been best friends since high school. Isn’t that right, Claire?” Luna said.

  “Yes.” She was busying herself with typing their names into the console.

  “Nice. You work at Mugs, is that right?” I asked Luna.

  “I do.”

  “I think I’ve heard you singing at karaoke at Ren’s Bar. You’re really good.”

  Asher’s arm tightened around Luna’s waist, and she patted his arm. “Thank you.”

  Asher was glowering at me now. I decided it was prudent to leave before he believed I was hitting on his woman and broke my jaw.

  “It was nice to meet you, Luna,” I said. “Claire, good to see you again.”

  “You as well,” she replied without looking at me. “See you on Monday.”

  “Of course.” I headed back to my lane. If Claire thought we wouldn’t be seeing each other again until Monday, she was in for a surprise.

  Chapter Five

  Claire

  “Luna, it’s fine. Seriously. I can take a cab home.”

  Luna glanced around the parking lot of the bowling alley. “Maybe we can call Knox and ask him to pick up Claire. What do you think, Ash?”

  He nodded before glancing at his cell phone. “I can text him.”

  “No. I’m an adult and perfectly capable of getting home. For goodness sake, Luna, get to the hospital.”

  “I just feel bad. You didn’t even want to go out tonight, and now I’m abandoning you to find your own way home.”

  “Did you need a ride home, Claire?”

  I groaned inwardly as Jonah’s low voice came from behind me. Forcing a smile on my face, I turned and said, “No, I’m -”

  “She does,” Luna said. “She drove here with us, but we need to get to the hospital, and her place is in the opposite direction of the hospital. Do you think you could give her a ride, Jonah?”

  “Sure.”

  “No, it’s fine.” I gave Luna a pointed look that she ignored.<
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  “Thank you, Jonah, I really appreciate this,” Luna said.

  “It’s not a problem. I hope everything is okay.”

  Luna gave him a distracted smile. “Ash’s sister works for the animal shelter and she was bitten by a dog. She’s okay, but can’t drive, so we need to pick her up.”

  “Well, I hope she heals quickly. Claire, are you ready?”

  I nodded and gave Luna a quick hug before following Jonah to his truck. He opened the passenger door.

  “Need help?”

  “No.” I used the running board and climbed into the truck. I had changed into jeans and a t-shirt, and I didn’t need to look to know that Jonah was staring at my ass. I plopped down into the seat. “Stop looking at my ass.”

  “I can’t help it. It’s incredible, and I’m an ass man.”

  I blushed and he winked at me before shutting the door and walking around the truck. He slid behind the wheel and started the truck, driving out of the parking lot and heading toward my house.

  “Do you remember where I live?” I asked after a moment.

  “Yes.”

  We drove in silence until I couldn’t stand it anymore. “You’re really bad at bowling. I thought that big guy was going to lose his mind every time you threw a gutter ball.”

  He burst into the laughter that now had the power to make my pussy wet. “Normally, I’m quite good at bowling. I was just distracted tonight.”

  I didn’t reply, and he grinned at me. “Aren’t you going to ask by what?”

  “No.”

  “It was your ass. I was distracted by your delectable ass.”

  I ignored my flush of heat. “Who was the other guy?”

  “My best friend Matt. He’s a paramedic.”

  “Oh.” I tapped my fingers on my thigh. “What about the woman?”

  “Mia. She’s also a paramedic and Matt’s partner at work.”

  I tried to sound casual. “She’s pretty.”

  “Before you get too jealous, Mia isn’t my type. She’s too timid and quiet.”

  “I wasn’t jealous.” Wow, could I sound any less convincing?

  He just shrugged and turned down my street. One good thing about living in a small town, almost everything was fifteen minutes away or less. He stopped in front of my house and put the truck in park.

  I unclicked my seatbelt, hating that I didn’t want to leave or let the night end. I couldn’t keep having sex with my boss, so why was I tempted to invite him in for a nightcap?

  “Invite me in, Claire.”

  “I’m sorry?” Was he reading my damn mind?

  He gave me a slow smile that made my pulse speed up. “Invite me in.”

  “I can’t,” I whispered.

  “Sure you can. You said you wanted my cock, and I told you that you could have it later. It’s now ‘later’. Invite me in, and I’ll give it to you for as long as you want.”

  I licked my lips as desire skyrocketed through my body. “I can’t,” I repeated. “If anyone sees you parked outside my house all night, they’ll know we…”

  “Who’s going to know it’s me?”

  “Your truck says Peterson Electric on the side, Jonah.”

  He laughed. “Good point. You head in to the house and take your clothes off, and I’ll park on the next street over and walk back. Unlock the back door and I’ll let myself in through the backyard, so your neighbours don’t see me.”

  I hesitated, and he reached out and captured my hand. His thumb rubbed over the sensitive skin of my inner wrist and just that alone was almost enough to make me lose my self-control. Before I could just straddle him in his truck, he said, “I won’t let anyone see me, pet. Invite me in so I can make you feel good. I want to be in your tight pussy so much I can barely think straight.”

  “I’ll leave the back door unlocked,” I said.

  His face lit up and he gave me a look of such pure joy that I couldn’t help but smile at him as he said, “I’ll see you in less than five minutes, beautiful.”

  * * *

  Claire

  “Hmm, I’m pretty sure I told you to take your clothes off.” Jonah’s arm slid around my waist. I took a deep breath and drew down the blind on the kitchen window before leaning back against his hard warmth.

  “Did you lock the door?”

  “I did.” He tasted my neck with his warm tongue before kissing his way to my ear. I moaned when he sucked on my earlobe. “Jonah, wait.”

  “What’s wrong?” His hands stilled in sliding under my t-shirt.

  “Do you promise me that you won’t tell anyone about us having sex?”

  He hesitated and then said. “Yes, but you should know that I told Matt already.”

  I groaned, and he kissed my neck. “He won’t say anything to anyone. I promise.”

  “I guess I can’t really berate you for it. I told Luna on Thursday night.”

  “Okay, so two people know, but it’s two people we trust, right?”

  “Yes. But, uh, I think Asher overheard me when he dropped by Luna’s place unexpectedly.”

  Jonah’s warm laugh washed over me. “Asher Stokes knows that we had sex in my office?”

  “Yes. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen. But he hardly talks, so I’m pretty sure he’s not going to tell anyone.”

  “I’m not worried about him saying anything. I am curious why he went all alpha male when I was talking to Luna though. If he knows we’re having sex, he shouldn’t have been worried I was hitting on Luna.”

  “He’s a bit on the possessive side, I think.”

  “Possessive men bother you.” His hands slid under my shirt and cupped my breasts.

  “No.”

  “You didn’t like it when I said you were mine earlier.”

  “Because I’m not. Having sex once doesn’t make me yours, Jonah.” Why did saying that give me a twinge of regret?

  “We can agree to disagree on that, pet.” His nimble fingers had already opened the front clasp of my bra and he pushed the cups back before squeezing my breasts.

  “Jonah,” I put my hands over his, halting his movements, “I’m not yours. We can’t keep doing this after tonight. I like my job and I don’t want to have to quit. Do you understand?”

  He turned me around, one hand sliding around my waist to grip my hip and the other continuing to cup my breast. “I do. But understand this, Claire. Tonight you belong to me.”

  He stared steadily at me and damn if my pussy didn’t quiver.

  “Do you understand?” He echoed my question.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Say it to me, pet.”

  “Tonight I belong to you.”

  “Good.” He sipped his hand out from under my shirt. “Take me to your bedroom.”

  * * *

  Jonah

  A large orange cat was stretched out on Claire’s bed and it gave me a bored look before lifting its leg and licking its own ass.

  “Nice,” I said.

  Claire laughed and picked up the cat, kissing its head before setting it out in the hallway and shutting the door. “Pumpkin is very flexible.”

  “Pumpkin? You named your cat Pumpkin?”

  “I got him from the shelter and that was his name.”

  “You didn’t change it?”

  “To what?”

  “I don’t know, something more manly than pumpkin.”

  She laughed again, that low throaty one that never failed to make my dick hard. “He doesn’t have anything to prove when it comes to his manliness.”

  I grinned at her. “Are you trying to say that I do?”

  “Of course not,” she said sweetly before turning on the bedside lamp. She disappeared into the attached bathroom before returning with a couple of condoms. She set them on the nightstand and gave me a slightly nervous look. “You ready?”

  “Am I ready?” I joined her by the bed and pulled her into my embrace. “That’s not very romantic, pet.”

  “This isn’t sup
posed to be romantic,” she said. “This is about filling a need, nothing more, remember?”

  Her words stung but I kept my voice neutral. “I remember.”

  I pulled her t-shirt over her head and she wiggled out of her bra. I cupped her breasts, my thumbs circling around her nipples. She moaned and grabbed the hem of my shirt and tugged.

  I raised my arms and she removed my shirt and dropped it to the floor. She studied my tattoos before running her fingers over my chest.

  “Do they bother you?” I’d never given a single thought to whether a woman I was fucking liked my tattoos or not, but it was suddenly important to me to know what Claire thought of them.

  “What? The tattoos?”

  I nodded, unfamiliar apprehension trickling into my belly.

  “I love them.” She smiled at me before studying my arms. “They’re beautiful and, honestly, very unexpected. You don’t seem like the kind of guy to have one tattoo, let alone a whole bunch of them. Are they on your back as well?”

  I nodded, and my breath hissed out when Claire touched my abdomen.

  “They’re sexy as hell,” she admitted in a low voice.

  Fuck, she was going to be the death of me. Her fingers tugged on my belt before she unbuckled it and then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. She pulled them and my briefs down my legs, and I kicked them off my feet as she wrapped her slender fingers around my shaft.

  I groaned, and she smiled at me before sitting on the bed and spreading her legs. I stepped forward and she gave me an almost shy look.

  “Would you like my mouth, Sir?”

  A tremor wracked my body and my dick twitched. I didn’t consider myself a full-on Dom, but I did like to have control, and fuck, did I like it when Claire called me ‘Sir’ in the bedroom.

  “Yes, pet,” I rasped as I slipped my hand into her thick dark hair. “Suck me.”

  She slid her mouth over my cock and, just like that, one of my favourite fantasies was coming true. Her mouth was hot and wet and Christ, did she know how to suck a dick. She bobbed her head in long slow strokes, her hands gripping my ass as I tangled my other hand into her hair. I took control, fucking her mouth with hard thrusts. She kept her mouth open wide, staring up at me with her gorgeous green eyes as I moaned and pushed my dick deep into her mouth.