Boundaries Part 1: Boundaries, #1

By Piper Denna

Tit for tat… When Ali learns her golf-pro husband has been emulating his idol both on and off the course, she decides to even the score. No emotions—just hot, hard sex. 

Cable guy Cam has just had the hottest service call of his life, and he’s definitely willing to schedule more episodes. Problem is, his package includes love, which is more than Ali signed up for. Can he convince her to upgrade? 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Piper Denna
• Release date: Feb 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386643203

Piper Denna

Romance is sexy. And often funny, and sometimes tangled up with suspense. Let’s face it: all sorts of things get mixed up with romance in real life. Piper Denna’s stories are not cut-and-dried romance. Her characters deal with issues female readers can relate to: independence and trust, empowerment, inhibition, an unfaithful partner, motherhood. Sometimes her characters make mistakes, and often her “bad guys” are not 100% bad. She hopes to take the reader on an emotional journey to a happy ending…with enviable sexual encounters along the way. When she’s not writing, she edits, raises two teens along with her husband, and collects scrapbooking material. She enjoys books—or movies—with a comedic twist and hopefully a love story with lots of tension, too. Sexiest parts of a man in Piper’s opinion? The hands and eyes. Shoulders are nice too, and of course, great pecs are never amiss…

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Boundaries

Part 1

The Best Cable Package

by

Piper Denna

Table of Contents

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

In Part 2...

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Chapter 1

The service call was scheduled for sometime between one and three. My doorbell rang at one-o-five.

Appreciating the technician’s punctuality, I stirred from my window seat in the family room. I’d spent the better part of the day curled up there, contemplating my situation while staring out at the pool. My introspection would have to go on hold. The cable guy was here to install my husband’s latest upgrade: a high-def DVR system we could record on and watch from any room in the house.

Rather than being thankful we could afford the best picture quality available, I was simply annoyed. I needed time to myself to solve a dilemma, and didn’t appreciate the interruption Bill’s demanding taste had imposed. Actually, he’d imposed the dilemma as well, and four days of concentrating on it had brought me no solutions. Well, I was married to a man who knew what he wanted and got it. That’s how he got me, and how I’d ended up soul-searching for the last few days.

Out of habit, I fingered my wedding ring on the way to answer the door, still wondering what the hell to do about my discovery of four nights ago. With a defeated sigh I opened my front door and pasted on what I hoped would pass for a smile.

Hi. Are you, um... The tall blond technician, seeming a bit flustered, had to peek at his clipboard. ...Alison Smyth?

I nodded my head. Ali. It was what my friends called me, but why was I telling the cable guy to call me that, when he should be calling me Mrs. Smyth?

Ali. Okay. He shrugged at my familiarity, but he smiled, and oh, what a smile he had! All dimples and sparkly blue eyes. I’m with the cable company, here to install your new box. A name badge on one side of his wide chest read Moreton.

Tension over my problem began melting as I opened the door wider and he brushed past me, giving me a whiff of warm, woodsy cologne. He was tall—had to be over six feet—and not one of those gangly, tall guys, either. I could tell this guy worked out by the way his muscles strained against his clothes. Below his standard-issue khaki uniform shorts, nicely tanned, ripped quads said serious bicyclist.

Er. He cleared his throat. How many sets do you have?

I was still thinking about his legs, and the set of glutes surely hiding above them. "Um, sets?" I asked, feeling dopey and turned-on.

TVs? he prompted. He’d looked the living room over and turned back to face me.

Oh. Yeah, TV sets. Sorry. I smiled up at him, already knowing I’d like him to be the solution to my problem. Four.

He followed me back to the family room, where I’d been sulking before he came. He lowered his brows on noticing my heap of crumpled tissues.

I’d given myself fifteen minutes of breakdown time before my daily power-yoga routine and swim. But that was right after dropping off my kids at school. Since then I’d been thoughtful, but not distraught.

Too bad I hadn’t had the sense to destroy the evidence.

He set his bag of tools down next to the TV, then turned to look me over. I could see he wanted to ask me something, but professional courtesy stopped him.

So, Mr. Moreton...

CJ. His sympathetic smile didn’t include dimples.

CJ, I repeated. Would you like something cold to drink? He looked interested, so I began listing what I had to offer. Water, soda, iced tea...

His eyes returned to the window seat, where my own tumbler of tea still sat.

It’s sweetened. The tea.

I like it sweet. I’ll take that, thanks.

I felt him looking at me all the way to the kitchen, where I had to reach on tiptoe for the tall glasses in my cupboard. I hadn’t given much thought when dressing that morning after my shower. It was just my most comfy cotton shorts and a cami. Dammit, I should have spent more time putting on makeup. This guy was hot, and flirting with him would have been very therapeutic. Hell, even seeing him was therapeutic.

Maybe I’d have to spend some time on the net later, checking out hot guys, possibly unearth the old vibrator. If I had a picture of this CJ, I could probably do the job without the vibrator.

By the time the icy tumbler left my hand for his, I was out of breath from anticipating my solo encounter.

Thanks. He took a long swig. You swim a lot? He stared at my legs, the reflection of waves on the pool outside the window flashing over his face.

Every day. One of the few benefits of living in Phoenix, right? Year-round swimming without freezing your butt off. Since he was still looking at my legs,