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Preview from chapter one
All characters are over 18.
Chad emerged from the garage, toolbox in hand. At twenty-two, he stood tall with a lean build that hinted at regular gym visits. His t-shirt stretched across broad shoulders as he locked the garage door behind him. Two houses down, Mrs. Jonson struggled with her lawnmower, bending over in a way that made her summer dress ride up her thighs. The neighborhood was waking up, and Chad noticed how many curtains twitched as he walked to his truck. He enjoyed being watched. The power of being desired gave him a constant hum of satisfaction.
"You need help with that, Mrs. Jonson?" Chad called out, approaching the woman who had straightened up, smoothing her dress. Her husband had left for work an hour ago—Chad knew their schedule perfectly.
"Oh, Chad! Thank you, it won't start." Mrs. Jonson's relief was palpable. She was forty-five, with blonde hair and a body she worked hard to maintain. Her breasts strained against the fabric of her dress as she gestured at the recalcitrant mower. Chad's eyes lingered a moment too long, and she caught it, blushing slightly.
Chad knelt to examine the engine, ignoring the heat building in his groin. "Just needs the carburetor cleaned. I can take care of it for you." His confidence was absolute. He'd had sex with Mrs. Jonson twice last month while her husband played golf with Chad's father. The memory of her riding him in their marital bed made his cock twitch.
"You're always so helpful," Mrs. Jonson said, her voice dropping an octave. She moved closer, her perfume reaching him. "My husband is out of town this weekend on a business trip. I was hoping we could... discuss a special thank you for all your help around the house."
Chad looked up from the engine, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'd be happy to discuss that. Perhaps this evening when everyone's asleep?" His eyes roamed over her body. "I might need to come inside to test some other equipment too."
Mrs. Jonson's breathing quickened. "Yes, please. I'll leave the back door unlocked for you." She turned and walked back to her house, exaggerating the sway of her hips. Chad watched her go, already planning what he'd do to her tonight. The thought of making her beg for his cock made him fully hard now.
He adjusted himself in his jeans and finished working on the lawnmower. As he tested the engine, he noticed movement in the window of the house next to Mrs. Jonson's. A new neighbor had moved in last week—a single mother with a daughter. Both were attractive, the mother about thirty-five with an impressive chest, and the daughter who looked to be about twenty with even larger breasts. Chad had watched them unload boxes and imagined what they would look like naked.