Surge of Desire

Patty stared at the black screen of her TV, the acrid smell of burnt electronics still lingering from the power surge. "Damn it," she muttered, grabbing her phone. "Hello? Yeah, I need a replacement delivered and set up today. Top model, whatever's fastest."

The doorbell rang two hours later. She opened it to find Joseph, tool belt slung low, grinning like he'd won the lottery. "Mrs. P. Power surge got you too? Lucky me—I get to deliver more than just a TV."

Patty crossed her arms, eyes narrowing. "Joseph. Weren't you fired from the boutique for 'bending' the rules? Or should I say, the boss's wife? Try anything here and I'll have you blacklisted from every delivery route in town."

He stepped inside, wheeling the box. "Feisty as ever. But your TV's dead, and I'm the only guy who can fix that—and maybe a few other things. Admit it, you've been thinking about last time."

"Thinking about avoiding you," she shot back, but her pulse quickened as he brushed past, his arm grazing hers. "Kitchen's this way. Set it up and leave."

Joseph unpacked the TV with deliberate slowness, then turned, voice low and sharp. "You called the store. Fate delivered me. Feel that tension? Your body's already saying yes." He closed the distance, spinning her toward the counter. Patty pushed back, strong and unyielding. "Hands off, delivery boy. I'm not some easy mark."

Yet heat flooded her as his hands gripped her hips. "Resist all you want, but you're dripping already—I can tell." He yanked down her pants, fingers finding her wet pussy. Patty gasped, witty retort dying: "Cocky bastard. Prove it or get out."

His hard cock sprang free. He bent her over the cool marble, thrusting in deep. Patty moaned, pushing back dominantly. "Harder, Joseph—don't hold back now." They fucked with abandon, her ass slapping against him, sweat beading on their skin. She reached back, stroking his shaft mid-thrust. "That's it—fill me."

Panting, horny and dripping, she came first, pussy clenching as waves hit. Joseph followed, groaning, cum pulsing inside her. They collapsed, grinning. "Weekend's young," he panted. "More where that came from."