Renovators have
invaded the home of Jason and Eliza Wu. The two haven’t seen a clean surface in
months and, even worse, haven’t had a moment to themselves. With stress in their
work lives added to stress at home, the couple desperately needs to have some
fun. Jason and Eliza embark on a bold plan to make love and get out of the
house—at the same time. Through a series of hot adventures and wild mishaps in
the car, at Eliza’s mother’s house, on the top floor of the library and
everywhere in between, Jason and Eliza find that not only can they survive
renovations, they might even be sorry when they’re over.
A
Romantica® contemporary
erotic romance from
Ellora’s Cave
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By scooting the
heaviest things out of the way with the side of her thigh, Eliza could open the
refrigerator door just enough to slide her arm in and identify a wine cooler by
shape. She snaked it out of the refrigerator, but her hand slipped on the
sweating glass bottle just before she got it clear. It crashed to the floor and
shattered, soaking the lower half of her stockings and the big bags of flour and
rice from the pantry with pink, sugary alcohol. Shards of glass surrounded her
and Eliza swallowed, thinking of her bare feet.
Her husband responded
before she could. “Don’t move,” Jason said. He was barefoot himself, but that
didn’t stop him from getting in close enough to sweep her up into his arms. The
man might sit behind a desk all day at work, but he put in his time at the gym.
His taut muscles flexed around Eliza as he lifted her out of the mess and glass
and tucked her against his chest.
Jason carried Eliza to
the other side of the room and set her on the table. “Are you all right? Did you
cut yourself?” He lifted one sticky, stocking-covered foot in his hand and
inspected it for injuries.
“I didn’t get hurt.”
Eliza caught his other hand and brought it to her lips. “Thanks, Jason.
Really.”
He kissed the side of
her face in response, and she wished he’d gone for her mouth instead. She
reached to pull him in for a better kiss, but before she could he crossed back
to the refrigerator and folded his arms across his chest. Eliza and Jason both
sighed.
“I think we’re going
to have to throw all this food away because of the glass,” Jason
said.
“I’m sorry.” She got
off the table and tapped one foot, trying to remember where they’d moved the
broom.
“You stay there. I’ll
take care of this.”
“If you say
so.”
“I
do.”
Eliza smiled, a little
of the tension easing. “I want to do something really fun at home for our
anniversary. It’s five years, and maybe our last chance before we have to grow
up for real and behave. We should jump on the beds and have sex on the kitchen
table.”
“About
that…”
“What?”
“If you haven’t opened
the document I shared with you, then you didn’t see the note I made about the
latest delay.”
Eliza’s voice
darkened. “What?”
“When they checked out
the master bathroom, they found a rotten beam. It needs to be fixed, but Bob
said it means the job won’t be done until mid-August.”
“But that’s only two
weeks before our anniversary! That’s more than a month behind
schedule.”
Jason shrugged. He
wrapped his hand in a dishtowel and began throwing items from the pantry into a
big black trash bag. “I don’t like it any more than you. They have to finish the
job eventually, one way or another.”
“He always finds
something else! Did you ask him if he’s sure about the schedule this
time?”
Jason stood abruptly
and stepped away from the mess in front of the refrigerator. “I don’t want you
criticizing me for how I talked to Bob. Why did we think renovations were a good
idea?”
“Oh, Jason.” Eliza
rushed to his side and tried to put her arms around him, but he shook her
off.
Her husband rubbed one
hand over his face. “I don’t want us to fight again. I want to have a nice time
with you tonight. Do you know why I was upset when you got home? I left the
office a little early and I was going to straighten up around here and make you
dinner. If we could open the damn refrigerator, you’d see I picked up avocados
and a bunch of other stuff you like. I got home and found the kitchen like this,
and I knew I couldn’t get it sorted out in time to surprise
you.”
Jason grunted and
tossed a few more things into the trash bag. Eliza hovered nearby, wishing she
could wave their problems away and start the fun they both wanted. She found
herself staring at his firm ass, trying to remember the last time she’d really
grabbed it. They’d always had a good relationship, a hot relationship. She’d
been shocked to see how the stress of renovations had reduced them to sniping at
each other.
“I miss you,
Jason.”
He stopped moving.
“What do you mean?”
“I miss your body.
When was the last time we really had some time to ourselves?”
“You mean other than
time we spend complaining to each other about the renovations from
hell?”
“I love that you were
going to make me dinner. Really, I do. It’s just there’s something I might need
more than dinner. I think we both need it.”
A slow grin spread
over Jason’s face. “I may have had an ulterior motive when I decided to make you
dinner.”
“I hope you did.”
Eliza reached out to him with one hand. “Can’t we clean it up in the morning? We
have to stop letting these renovations ruin our lives.”
Jason took her in his
arms before she finished her sentence.
About The Author
Annabeth Leong has written erotica of many flavors. She loves
shoes, stockings, cooking and excellent bass lines. She always keeps a new
e-book loaded on her phone and a paperback stashed in her purse, but her eyes
are still bigger than her stomach whenever she visits a bookseller. She blogs
at annabethleong.blogspot.com, and tweets @AnnabethLeong . Watch for her
next contemporary erotic romance from Ellora's Cave, Design and Scandal.
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