“Could it get any freaking hotter in here?” Mia groused. She swiped her forearm across her sweaty forehead and leaned down, putting her face closer to the small oscillating fan on the kitchen countertop. It wasn’t very big, but it was what she could afford. The summer sunlight filtering through the window over the sink glinted off of something in her peripheral vision. It drew her gaze to the colorful, decorated glass jar on her counter.
Mia’s “Wish Jar”—a gift from her aunt. It wasn’t a joke to her aunt so much as it was one to Mia. Mia could just hear her aunt’s voice repeating what she’d told Mia when she’d given her the jar. “If you want things to change, you need to put it out there. Baby-girl, if you put it out into the Universe, then the Powers That Be will bring you what you need.” Aunt Tara really was convinced the Universe did truly work that way. Mia knew otherwise but she’d done what her aunt said to do. And there her wish jar sat upon the counter, full pieces of paper with her “wishes” written upon them.
The knock at her back door drew her attention from the contemplation of her wish jar and the Universe, but she wasn’t inclined to move from her spot in front of the fan.
“Who is it?” she hollered.
“Uh… it’s Leo.” His deep voice came clearly through the door and Mia shrugged. “Come on in, Leo, the door’s unlocked.” She held back the laugh trying to bubble up from her chest as a very disgruntled Leo pushed through the door.
“Dammit, Mia, how many times have I told you, you need to keep your doors locked?” he asked, head down as he concentrated on locking the deadbolt.
“Oh, I dunno, probably at least a hundred times.” She laughed and propped her elbows on the counter. She watched Leo’s head snap up from his preoccupation with her door. She gave him her full attention. His gaze traveled from the tips of her bare feet to the top of her red head. She didn’t miss that he lingered on all the interesting bits in between. Hmm… that was new. Wasn’t it?
She didn’t think she’d ever seen taciturn Leo check her out before. She glanced down her own body. Nothing new there, small but still perky breasts, waistline that wasn’t tiny but was an actual waistline. Rounded hips that could probably do with a little exercise, but not too bad. Her butt might be too big, but hey, not everyone could be model thin. Nope, nothing new there.
“You feelin’ okay, Leo?” She watched transfixed as a bead of sweat rolled down his cheek and dripped off his jaw. He blinked back at her and his gaze shifted to her ass, prominently displayed by her position against the counter.
He cleared his throat. “Just a little hot, is all. Did your A/C give out on ya, hon?”
Hon? Mia shook her head to clear the confusion. She must need her ears cleared out. What the hell was wrong with him?
“Uh, yeah, it just figures my air would go in the middle of one of the hottest summers on record. Would you like a glass of water, Leo?” When he nodded she spun around to get a glass from the cupboard then gasped as he stepped closer to reach over her head and grab the glass.
She could feel the clear impression of his erection pressing against her ass. The unfamiliar and completely unexpected feeling caused her to jerk out of his semi-embrace. The sweep of her arm along the counter knocked the colorful Wish Jar from the counter. Unable to catch it before it sailed off the counter, Mia could only watch it hit the tiled floor and shatter at her bare feet.
“Christ, Mia, don’t move.” Leo growled and before she could form a protest Leo had grabbed her about the waist and lifted her to sit on the counter. It just seemed natural to spread her legs enough to stand between them. Then she remembered his erection and wished she’d thought to close her legs.
Leo bent to pick up the folded pieces of paper. When he paused and read a couple of them she had a hard time not jumping down to snatch them from his hands, regardless of her bare feet and the glass all over the floor. Leo stood slowly as one piece caught his attention. He held it as he stood. His eyebrow quirked and a wicked smile bloomed on his face.
Crap, which one had he fixated on? When his full lips opened she knew she’d soon find out.
“So, Mia, you want a guy who wants you as you are? You want a man who will lust after you even though you are overweight.” He read her “wish” word for word off of the piece of paper he held.
Mia groaned and buried her face in her hands. This couldn’t be happening.
“Mia, you are not overweight! You are so freaking gorgeous I have to put my hands in my pockets to avoid dragging you to the nearest flat surface every time I see you. And, baby, I want you just the way you are.”
“Really?” She heard the sound of glass crunching beneath his boots as he stepped forward and slid his hand under the hem of her summer dress. His calloused fingertips rasped against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and Mia’s belly clenched as liquid arousal slid from her core and coated her thighs.
“Really,” he murmured, focused entirely on his hands as he lifted her skirt up a centimeter at a time until her pink silk panties were revealed. His gaze lifted to hers and, when she would have questioned him further, his lips pressed down over the top of hers. She whimpered as his tongue pushed into her mouth to tangle with her own.
Mia lost all sense of propriety and tugged at his shirt until she could get it over his head. He had to release her lips to let her do it, but he came right back. When she moved to the button on his jeans his hands against her inner thighs became insistent as he tugged at her panties. He slid them down her legs then tossed the scrap of cloth over his shoulder. With a wicked grin Leo grabbed her hips and tugged her to the edge of the counter until his hard denim-covered cock was pressed firmly against her naked pussy.
He groaned when she finally released his engorged dick and pumped her hands up and down. He reached down and pulled her leg around his hip. The flared head of his cock pressed into her slit.
“Are you sure?” he asked, hesitating at her entrance. When she nodded he took a firmer grip on her hip and pushed into her wet core. Mia gasped and let her head fall back in ecstasy from each hard thrust. Her climax raced up out of her so fast she was left gasping and quaking in his arms as he pumped several more times before he joined her in his own orgasm.
Leo let his forehead drop to her shoulder and they held each other tightly as their heartbeats slowed and they could breathe a bit easier. “Why the heck did you have a piece of paper that said you wanted me to fuck you?”
Mia groaned and buried her face against his neck. “That is so embarrassing. That was my Wish Jar.”
“Oh, I’m so glad I was one of your wishes… you’ve been mine for a long time.” He slowly pulled away from her and out of her. Stepping back he rearranged his clothing and went in search of the broom and dustpan to clean up the glass all over the floor. “My next wish is to do that again in a bed.”
“Well,” Mia murmured. “Your wish is my command.”
About the author: Kealie Shay is the alter-ego of a shy, quiet, SAHM by day. Taking kids to and from activities, grocery shopping and being the family manager are the activities that comprise her daily life. No one looking at her would suspect anything out of the ordinary.
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