by Falon Stone
Table of Contents
Epilogue
Title Page
Eye Candy Handyman Series
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Book #2 Sneak Peek
Also By Nix And Falon
Acknowledgments
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Falon Stone
Nix Stone
Contents
Title Page
Eye Candy Handyman Series
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Epilogue
Book #2 Sneak Peek
Also By Nix And Falon
Acknowledgments
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Copyright March 2, 2017
Editor Lisa A. Hollett
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1
We started our company, Eye Candy Handyman, three years ago. It was supposed to be a typical home repair and construction business, but Garrett had a “lightbulb” moment that made everything skyrocket. He decided that we should market the company as the sexy handyman service and cater to women. Market research states that most customers calling for a handyman are females between the ages of twenty-five to fifty and are also predominantly single.
Our advertising campaigns feature shirtless men with their bulging, glistening muscles holding tools and even bricks. I thought it was ridiculous, but when the advertising firm we hired called it genius, I jumped on board.
That was until Garrett said we needed to show up to the jobs shirtless to be true to our advertising. At first, it was awkward, but I quickly got over the fact that I was half-dressed. Usually, by the end of the day, I was covered in sawdust and a sweaty mess, but the customers never seemed to mind. Some were kind enough to bring me a towel, but they often stood watch with nothing but lust in their eyes as I dried myself off.
The business was slow to get off the ground, but once word spread about our service, we had so many jobs lined up that we couldn’t keep up with demand.
Fast-forward thirty-six months, and we have six employees, a warehouse, and a fleet of trucks. Never in my wildest dreams did I think we’d achieve so much success in so short a time.
I’ve got to give all the credit to Garrett for his idea. It truly was a niche no one else in the Tampa Bay area filled. Plus, there are enough horny single women out there who want a fit, muscular man doing construction work on their homes to keep us busy for the next decade.
I toss the last of my tools in the back of my pickup truck and I’m ready to call it a day, but my phone rings. I curse under my breath as I reach into my back pocket, but I know exactly who it is just from the ringtone—“Loser” by Beck tells me it’s Garrett, my business partner.
“What’s up, man?”
“Can you head over to Latimer and do a quick estimate?” Garrett asks without as much as a hello. Sometimes he’s a tool, but he’s my best friend and business partner.
“Dude, can’t you do it instead?”
I’m angry he’s passing yet another job off on to me. It’s the third time this month he can’t make an appointment, and he’s balked every time I’ve brought up hiring another employee.
Right now, we’re the only people doing estimates, and it’s becoming more of a hindrance than anything. We have more jobs than we can possibly complete in a timely manner, and we keep piling them on.
“I’m an hour behind and on the other side of the city. Besides, by the time I get there, it’ll be dark. Do me a solid, man. I’ll owe you one.”
“I’ll do it, but we’re hiring another employee.” I’m 50 percent owner and don’t need his approval to add to our growing company.
“Beer’s on me this week, and we’ll talk about another guy.”
“Text me the address, and there’s nothing else to discuss. We’re adding to our team.”
He hangs up without saying good-bye. He has the manners of a caveman. I shouldn’t expect anything more because he never says good-bye no matter how many times I tell him he’s a rude asshole for doing it.
The sun’s low in the sky, burning hotter than any day so far this summer. I wipe the sweat from my forehead with the back of my arm. All I want to do is go home and jump in the pool to cool off from the midsummer Florida heat. But I have Garrett as a partner, and his lack of enthusiasm about hiring someone is seriously cutting into my after-work activities.
Twenty minutes later, I pull onto Latimer and park my truck in front of the address he texted. I soak up the air conditioning and check my reflection in the rearview mirror to make sure I’m not a complete mess after a long day on the job. My hair isn’t bad, the brown strands that are a little overgrown have fallen over my forehead, but it’s nothing I can’t fix. I haven’t shaved in a few days, and it helps me look more rugged and fits with my current overall look. It’ll have to do, but clients never seem to mind a little dirt when they have everything else to look at when I’m shirtless.
I give the door a quick knock and look around the exterior as I wait. It’s beautiful, and I can’t imagine that anything needs to be done at this property. The yard is meticulous, and the home can’t be more than a few years old. Why she needs to hire a company that specializes in home remodeling is beside me—unless the inside has been trashed or she’s looking for a little eye candy.
“Hello.” The sultry voice makes me turn, and my gaze lands on a sexy, and might I add, scantily clad female. She has on a pair of cutoff Daisy Duke denim shorts and red stiletto heels that show off her amazing calves.
My gaze climbs up her body, and I spend a little longer looking at her breasts than I should. “Hello,” I say and try to not stare at her breasts, which are almost completely out of the tiny camisole tank top she’s wearing, but I fail. “I’m Hunter Ross from Eye Candy Handyman. I’m here to give you an estimate.”
Her green eyes are hungry and appraising, lingering for more than a few seconds on my naked chest. “Would you like to come in?”
But she doesn’t just say it casually. Nope. She makes sure to accentuate the word come. As a man, sex is on my mind about seventy percent of the day. I always try to be on my best behavior when I meet with clients, but someone who looks like her makes it harder not to think about it.
“Yes, ma’am
.” I nod and try like hell not to look at her chest again, but my eyes dip to the very spot, zeroing in on her ample breasts. Fuck.
She steps to the side, allowing me to slide by, but she makes sure not to give me too much room as my shoulder brushes against her tits. I turn slightly to avoid any contact, but it’s too late; the damage has been done. I’m sporting a semihard prick like a teenager who can’t control his own shit.
Even though we’re here to be gawked at while we do our handyman service, it’s hard not to give in to temptation.
She follows behind me, and her flowery perfume betrays her closeness. The heels of her stilettos click against the white ceramic tile as she walks only inches away, and all I can think about are those killer calves wrapped around my body.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“No, thank you, though.”
She grabs a wineglass off the counter before leaning against it, studying me as she pours, but I’m taking her in…saving the sexy visual for later when I’m alone. She rests one arm under her breasts, hoisting them higher in the air and making them irresistible to stare at as she holds the wineglass in her other hand. The glass hovers near her lips, and I’m drawn to the bright red lipstick painted across them.
I need to get myself under control before I say or do something stupid. “You have a beautiful home,” I tell her, trying to stay on task as I gaze around the kitchen instead of at her body. “I can’t image you need anything done. It’s simply perfect.”
The kitchen already has granite counters, new dark cherry cabinets, and stainless-steel appliances. The living room has a floor-to-ceiling fireplace covered in red brick with a thick wooden mantel and contemporary furniture that looks like no one ever sits on it. Unless there’s something I’m missing, there isn’t one damn thing that needs to be changed.
“It needs a lot of work.” She sets her wineglass down and comes to stand at my side. “I know what you’re thinking.” Her arm touches mine, skin on skin, warm and hot. “It appears perfect, but I can tell you it’s definitely not.”
I look over my shoulder, but this time I stare straight into her eyes. “Well, I’m here for whatever you need.”
A sly, satisfying smirk spreads across her face, and I know I’m in trouble. “You’re at my service?” she asks with a raised eyebrow.
She’s smokin’ hot. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so instantly attracted to another woman. “I am, Mrs…?” I trail off, waiting for her to tell me her name because Garrett didn’t give me anything but an address.
“Ms. Kramer, but you can call me Cybill.” She moves her body closer so her arm is fully pressed against mine, and her tits are so close I can bend down and devour them. “I want everything redone. New kitchen, the fireplace refinished, and then the entire bedroom remodeled.”
“That’s a big job, Cybill. Are you sure?” My gaze sweeps across the expansive great room, but I can barely concentrate with the feel of her body against mine and her tits only inches away. “It’s really perfect the way it is.”
“I want no remnants of my cheating husband. When I look around this space, I don’t want any memories of him.”
Now it all makes sense.
There’s no other reason someone would want work done on a house that is already perfect unless they’re trying to erase the memory of something or someone. Divorces are big business for us. We get at least a half-dozen calls a month from spouses looking to wipe away the memory of their other half.
“I can make that happen.”
“Will you be doing the work yourself?”
I keep my gaze on the fireplace, but out of the corner of my eye, I can see her crossing her arms just under her breasts, pushing them higher and making them more pronounced. It seems that Cybill wants me to do more than lay new floors; she wants me to lay her out and strip the remnants of her husband from her body too.
I turn to face her and take a step back, leaving just enough distance for us to drink each other in. “It depends on when you want the work done.” I want to touch her. I want to reach out and take her in my arms, but I refrain.
She’s a client, Hunter. Do not touch the customers.
The job is going to be big money, but it would be my pleasure to spend time with the half-naked Ms. Kramer traipsing around. A tease, but pleasurable nonetheless.
It’s been weeks since I’ve sunk my cock deep inside a woman. I’ve been too busy working to go on a date or call any of the numerous numbers inside my little black book.
The hungry look in Cybill’s eyes has my body on full alert and my libido kicking into overdrive. She steps forward, closing the gap between us, and places her hand against my bare chest. “When are you available?”
“I’m free in a few days, but Garrett might be available sooner.”
She slowly licks her lips, and her eyes slide up my arms, lingering on my biceps before returning to my face. “I’d rather have you.”
“I’m yours, Ms. Kramer.”
“Cybill, please.”
“Cybill,” I repeat to myself to make sure I don’t make the mistake again. I want a satisfied customer. Plus, in the short time I’ve spent with her, I’ve realized I like her. If I had my way, I’d do more than work on her walls. I’d fuck her so hard she couldn’t walk.
“Let me show you what I want done. You can give me an estimate before I make my final decision.”
“I’m sure we can come up with a price that will make you happy. No one gives service quite like us.”
She slides her hand across my body before letting her palm glide down my arm, slowing over each muscle dip. “Follow me into the bedroom, and I’ll show you what I need.”
“Lead the way.”
All kinds of dirty shit crosses my mind. Maybe she needs a little doggy style or, hell, maybe she just wants to suck my cock. Right now, watching her walk in those heels with her calves flexing and her ass swaying, I’m ready for anything she throws at me. I just pray it isn’t all work-related and that she’s into me as much as I’m into her. By the way her hands have been all over me since I walked in, I’m certain I have a chance of getting to know Cybill on a deeper level.
She hooks her arm in mine, drawing my body closer as we walk. “Been doing this long?”
“All my life,” I tell her, letting my gaze dip to her breasts. What can I say? I’ve always had a thing for a nice rack. And hers… well, her tits are damn near amazing. They bounce with each step, calling to me, taunting me, and causing my dick to spring to life.
Cybill spends the next twenty minutes bending over at every opportunity. She’s doing it on purpose, but I’m not complaining. She’s showing off her long, slender legs and rock-hard calves, and the entire time I’m trying to keep it professional. I tell her all the things I can do to transform the space, but all I’m thinking is all the positions I could put her in when I fuck her.
“Do you think you can do this?” She’s bent over the bathtub, glancing at me over her shoulder with a look in her eyes that tells me she’s thinking exactly what I am.
“There’s a ton of possibilities.” I take in the sight of her with her flawless ivory skin, bountiful C cup breasts, long blond hair tied up in a messy ponytail and a camisole that’s ridden up her back far enough to expose her tramp stamp.
I want her so bad my entire body is aching.
She bends farther, pushing her ass higher in the air and doing it entirely on purpose, knowing full well she’s turning me on. “You can handle this?”
I’m picturing her in the same position naked as I pummel my hard dick into her. The downside of not wearing a shirt at moments like these is that I can’t use the hem to hide my wood. “No one could do a better job than me.”
She straightens her back, rising slowly before turning to face me. “Let me show you the rest of the house, and we’ll settle on a price. You may be just the man I need.”
“I’ll do my best to satisfy you,” I say quickly, eager to get the job and in Ms. Kramer’s
pants.
A slow smirk spreads across her face. “Those are the words I love to hear.”
By the time I’m ready to leave, I have the job locked down. Cybill Kramer is hot as hell and in need of some serious attention. I feel slightly dizzy and already overheated before I even step foot outside.
2
The drive back to the office is spent thinking about Cybill’s sumptuous breasts and what the job will cost. I wonder how I’m going to get this job done in a timely manner, knowing I’m going to have a beautiful woman begging for my cock the entire time.
In the thirty minutes it’s taken me to get back to the office, I’ve developed a raging hard-on from all the fantasies of her running through my head. I let my cock calm down before I even dare go into the office. I don’t want Darby, the office manager, to get the wrong idea. She’s completely off-limits, but it doesn’t hurt that she likes pussy as much as I do either.
“Hey, Darby.” I walk through the front door to her cheerful face and only a semierection that’s easily hidden under my shirt. “How was your day?”
“It was hectic. We got calls for five estimates. I designed and submitted an ad for the Tribune that Garrett wants to run next week, and then I finished entering the receipts into the accounting software.”
“Five estimates?” Just thinking about it makes my head hurt. We can’t keep doing this. There’s too much work, and it’s eventually going to cost us money.
“Yep.” She throws her body back in her desk chair, swiveling around from side to side. Her hair moves with her, but the long brown locks are a few seconds behind.
“If we land this job for Ms. Kramer, I won’t have much spare time to be running around doing estimates. So, we’re going to hire another person whether Garrett likes it or not. I’ll need your help with that.”
“Not a problem. I’m the girl for the job.” She gives me a nod, but I know she’s happy she’s finally going to get some help. “Oh, speaking of Ms. Kramer. She called about five minutes ago, and she is very impressed with you.” She gives me a goofy smile. “You have the job, but she wants you to start as soon as possible.”