Chapter 1: The Unspoken Craving
Masie leaned against the kitchen counter, her sharp green eyes narrowing as she watched her husband, Greg, scroll through his phone, oblivious to the tension simmering in the room. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting golden streaks across her auburn hair, but inside, she was a storm waiting to break. At thirty-two, Masie was a woman who knew what she wanted—and right now, she wanted a baby. Greg, however, had made it clear he wasn’t ready, and his indifference was a blade twisting in her chest.
‘So, what’s the plan today?’ she asked, her voice laced with a biting edge as she poured herself another coffee. ‘More excuses, or are we finally going to talk about the future?’
Greg barely looked up. ‘Masie, we’ve been over this. I’m not there yet. Work’s insane, and—’
‘And I’m supposed to just wait until you’re ready?’ she snapped, slamming the mug down. ‘I’m not a damn project you can put on hold, Greg. I want a child. Now.’
He sighed, running a hand through his thinning hair. ‘Can we not do this again? I’ve got a meeting in twenty.’
Masie’s lips curled into a bitter smirk. ‘Fine. Run off to your precious spreadsheets. I’ll handle my own needs.’
As Greg grabbed his briefcase and left without another word, the front door slammed shut, echoing through the empty house. Masie’s gaze drifted to the window, where she spotted Caleb, the handyman they’d hired to fix the deck. He was in his late twenties, all lean muscle and rugged charm, his tanned skin glistening with sweat as he hammered away under the midday heat. Her pulse quickened. If Greg wouldn’t give her what she craved, maybe it was time to take matters into her own hands.
She stepped outside, the warm breeze teasing the hem of her sundress as she approached Caleb. He glanced up, wiping his brow, his dark eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch.
‘Hot out here, huh?’ she said, her tone playful but loaded, a smirk tugging at her lips.
Caleb grinned, setting down his hammer. ‘Not as hot as you’re making it, ma’am. Need something fixed inside, too?’
Masie arched a brow, stepping closer, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. ‘Oh, I’ve got something that needs attention, alright. But it’s not a leaky faucet.’
He chuckled, a low, rough sound that sent a shiver down her spine. ‘Careful, Mrs. Harper. I’m good with my hands, but I don’t play games.’
‘I’m not playing,’ she shot back, her gaze unwavering as she crossed her arms, pushing her chest out just enough to draw his eyes. ‘I know what I want, Caleb. Question is, can you handle a woman who doesn’t beg?’
His smirk widened as he stepped forward, closing the distance between them, the scent of his sweat and sawdust intoxicating. ‘I like a challenge. Tell me what you need, and I’ll make damn sure you get it.’
Masie’s heart raced as she tilted her chin up, her lips inches from his. ‘I need a man who doesn’t hesitate. Someone who can give me everything I’m missing. Right now.’
Caleb’s eyes darkened with hunger, and before she could say another word, he gripped her waist, pulling her against his hard frame. The heat of his body pressed into hers, and she felt the undeniable bulge straining against his jeans. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her breath hitching as she whispered, ‘Don’t make me wait.’
His mouth crashed into hers, a fierce, hungry kiss that tasted of raw desire. Masie pushed back just as hard, her hands roaming his chest, feeling every taut muscle under her touch. They stumbled toward the house, the deck forgotten, the world narrowing to the electric charge between them. As they crossed the threshold into the kitchen, her dress was already slipping off her shoulders, and his rough hands were everywhere, igniting her skin with every graze.
‘Fuck, you’re trouble,’ he growled against her neck, his voice thick with lust.
‘Good,’ she panted, yanking at his belt with a wicked grin. ‘Now show me how much trouble you can handle.’
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