Sarah stumbled through the door of her apartment, the weight of the day's work heavy on her shoulders. She kicked off her heels and let her purse slide down her arm, tossing her keys onto the counter with a sigh. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the familiar comfort of her own space. But something caught her eye, a steady drip-drip-drip coming from the kitchen faucet.
"Ugh, seriously?" she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes. She grabbed her phone and quickly looked up local handymen, scrolling through the list until she found the first one. She tapped the number and waited as it rang.
"Hello, this is Mike. How can I help you?" The voice on the other end was deep and confident, with a hint of something that made Sarah's heart beat a little faster.
"Hi, I have a leaky faucet that needs fixing. Can you come over now?"
"Sure thing, I'll be there in 20 minutes."
Sarah hung up and took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She glanced at the clock, knowing she had just enough time to change into something more comfortable. She slipped out of her work clothes and into a pair of loose shorts and a tank top, her long hair falling in waves down her back.
There was a knock at the door, and Sarah took a deep breath before opening it. Standing on the other side was Mike, his muscular arms and broad chest on full display. Sarah felt her mouth go dry as she took him in, her eyes drawn to the growing bulge in his pants.
"Hi there, I'm Mike. You called about a leaky faucet?" He smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Yes, come on in. It's in the kitchen." Sarah gestured for him to follow her, trying to ignore the heat that was rising to her cheeks.
Mike followed her into the kitchen, his eyes scanning the room as he bent down to examine the faucet. Sarah couldn't help but stare, her mind wandering to thoughts of what else that strong, capable body could do.
"You must be thirsty, staring at me like that," Mike said, looking up at her with a playful grin.
Sarah rolled her eyes, trying to play it cool. "I'm just trying to make sure you know what you're doing."
Mike chuckled, his eyes dark with desire. "Oh, I know what I'm doing."
Sarah felt a shiver run down her spine as she watched him work, her mind filled with dirty thoughts. Mike caught her gaze again and raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider.
"You're distracting me," he said, his voice low and husky.
Sarah couldn't help but laugh, the tension between them growing as the sexual tension simmered just beneath the surface. "I'm sorry, I can't help it."
Mike finished up the faucet and turned to Sarah, his eyes dark with desire. "All done."
Sarah, unable to resist any longer, made the first move, pressing her body against Mike's and kissing him deeply. Mike responded eagerly, his hands roaming over Sarah's body as they stumbled towards the bedroom.
They fell onto the bed, their bodies tangled together as they tore at each other's clothes. Sarah took control, directing Mike's hands and body as they explored each other, their moans and gasps filling the room as they gave in to their desires.
As they reached their climax, Sarah couldn't help but think that this was just the beginning of something much more satisfying.
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