SEAL My Grout

By Kate Aster

HELP.

That's the only four-letter word I think of when my eyes first lap up the sight of the Navy SEAL who just offered to finish my bathroom renovation.

Well, maybe one other four-letter word slips into my mind, especially when he tugs off that tight t-shirt and reveals a body that was sculpted in my dirtiest fantasies.

And suddenly, HELP isn't the only thing I need from him…

* Disclaimer: If a plot-to-sex ratio of 1:5 offends you, or if you're averse to bad language and an occasional spanking, please do not read this story.

However, if you're looking for a smoking hot SEAL who knows how to handle a woman and a grout trowel (among other tools), then get ready for a twist of a Happily Ever After that will make you rethink your approach to home improvement projects.

This STAND ALONE novelette contains NO cheating and NO cliffhangers. Mature audiences only. You have been warned…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kate Aster
• Release date: Jan 6, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386440970

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Prologue

Sunday, 8:00 a.m.

Sixteen hours… after

~ EMMA ~

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This is wrong on so many levels.

In the harsh light of morning with beams of warmth streaming through the back seat car windows, I feel his hands sliding up my belly until they fill with the flesh of my breasts making me suck in a breath.

The roar of traffic from the nearby highway rumbles through the thick, low fog in the empty parking lot where we skidded to a stop, desperate and needy, just a moment ago. I duck lower from the glass.

We’re not doing anything illegal here, he assures me.

The deep timbre of his voice has the same effect on me as a tube of lip balm shared by a gaggle of germy nine-year-olds—soothing, but a little frightening at the same time.

You’ve never heard of public indecency, then? I ask.

Believe me when I say that your body is fifty levels better than just decent.

I think I whimper a thanks… I’m not sure, because my mind halfway blanks out at the feel of the rough, callused hands that have disappeared beneath my shirt. He nudges the t-shirt away and lowers his mouth to a breast.

Even with his big, broad body above me, there’s just enough room in this seat for me to not feel like a sardine as his tongue makes tiny circles around my nipple. First one breast. Then, as the chill of the air strikes my moist skin making goosebumps cascade over me, he moves to the other pink nub, nipping this time, a sinful pressure that makes my core sizzle with liquid heat.

With the sound of cars whizzing past us, my mind should resist him. Yet my body is doing anything but—readying itself for that long, hard shaft of his to bring me complete satisfaction… again.

My eyes glaze over as he lowers his lips to my belly, his unshaven face deliciously scraping my skin. When his tongue dips briefly into my navel, my body quivers, legs spreading instinctively as though sending a message of, Hurry up, dammit, as his breath tickles its way down a path to where I need the pressure the most.

From behind the haze of lust, I hear something fall softly to the floor from the second row of seats in my SUV, which is crammed tight with the flotsam and jetsam of my real life, the one I’ve been escaping for sixteen precious, unencumbered hours. And right now, I feel a bit like a commercial for an SUV. Yes, if you’re going to get one, it really is imperative you spring for that optional third row seating just in case an opportunity like this comes your way.

I could get high off the scent of you, he confesses when he finally reaches the promised land, flicking his tongue at the center of my desire.

I whimper at the feel of his light touch through my panties before he nudges them aside.

And the taste, he adds, and I can feel the smile on his lips as he toys with me, the murmur of heated words catapulting me up a spiral as their vibration makes my core draw tight, poised to explode.

As my head rolls to the side, I catch a whiff of the new car smell that still permeates my practical SUV—a vehicle bought for a very different life than I’m leading right now, with this man’s hands maneuvering my body into positions that are beyond wicked.

Only a stone’s throw away from the life I’m escaping, I find myself glorying in the sin of my first one-night-stand, even as the rays of the morning sun remind me that it’s lasted longer than most.

I’m not quite ready to return to the reality that awaits me, so I’ll savor this feeling as he slides his thick cock into my heat and fills me completely, making me cry out unabashedly and not even care if the world outside my SUV can hear.

Chapter 1

Saturday, 4:00 p.m.

Sixteen hours… before

~ EMMA ~

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Excuse me. I have a question about grout sealer.

The words rush from my mouth as I lift my finger to the man, waving it frantically. This guy, with his yellow smock and sticker-adorned name tag, might be my last hope and I’m fully ready to flash my bare breasts at him to catch his attention if that’s what it takes.

Well, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration.

Sorry, ma’am. I work in appliances. I’ll send someone to help you.

But—

He darts away before I can even finish my sentence, much less expose myself.

But that’s what the last guy said to me ten minutes ago.

Frowning, I stalk back to the vast array of sealers, their names setting my mind spinning again.

I don’t know a damn thing about grout sealer. Or grout. Or tile. Or any of the other multitude of problems I’ve inherited from my house’s previous owner. But I’ll admit readily that I’ve had a little help with my fixer-upper up until this point, when I’ve found myself oh-so-alone swimming in a

Reviews for SEAL My Grout

[Deb Pden · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

A fun and steamy-as-@#& story about fantasies and how to escape reality for just a little while. If you have kids you will enjoy this read even more!

[bbc32 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Ending was a cute surprise
Makes me wish my husband was like him lol