Page 41 of Take The Risk

​We hadn’t made it to Phoebe’s yesterday. A storm that hit forced me to help Dad out at another site which had sustained some serious damage.

​While I’d been digging out the collapsed wall, I’d had a chance to think.

​Wade was still coming to help me today. And that was it. And fuck if I wasn’t going to need the help.

​“I’ll shut off the water.” Wade headed to the basement.

​“I’ll grab the Shop-Vac.” Jesse disappeared back out to the construction van.

​Making my way carefully upstairs, I went straight for the bathroom where I suspected the problem was. I fucking knew it. I’ll kick Hendren’s ass for this. I told him those gaskets wouldn’t hold.

​I knew the moment Wade had the water off. It stopped pouring out of the hole that had been blown out by the pressure into the bathroom, with pieces of drywall and paint floating on the water.

​Between the three of us, it took an hour to get a large portion of the water cleaned up. Hendren, the lazy fuck, said he’d come by after lunch, meaning there was little we could do other than damage control.

​“What about Phoebe’s office?” Jesse looked at the one door we hadn’t opened.

​I could see the all-telling shine on the wood floor underneath the door. I cursed fate, destiny, or whatever sick fucker had it in for me. I’d already decided, and now I was forced to open the door to the room I had decided would stay shut.

​“I’ll check it out.” But first…reaching for my phone, which I kept clipped to my belt, I pulled it out, hitting dial.

​“Hi, you’ve reached Phoebe. I’m sorry I can’t take your call. Please leave a message, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

​Part of me was disappointed she didn’t answer. I wanted to hear her voice.

​I left her a message giving her a brief rundown of what was going on. I did underplay it a little, but only so she didn’t stress out. I hated when she was stressed. She’d roll her fingers and cringe inwardly, shifting on her feet, looking like she wanted to pass out. I’d do just about anything to keep her from living through that. I still couldn’t lie to her, though.

​Replacing my phone back into its holster, I did the one thing I’d sworn I wouldn’t do today. I opened Phoebe’s office door.

​ “Well, fuck.”

​Water was everywhere.

​“I can help—” Wade offered and I sent him a withering look. “—er…I’ll just focus on the other rooms.”

​I could see Wade wanted to search the room, but I’d made myself clear.

​Getting to work, I started moving the soaked boxes, taking a look inside to see how much damage there was and using the Shop-Vac as I went. A few of the boxes held books, which looked like they needed airing, if they were going to be saved.

​“Jesse?” I moved the boxes of books nearer the door.

​“Yeah?” Jesse appeared in the door.

​“Take those books and air them out. Put them in the living room and make sure the dehumidifier is going full blast.”

​Jesse took off lugging the boxes. I turned my attention to the rest of the mess. Her desk leg was bent unnaturally, the water having softened the old wood until the leg sagged. The desk had to have been here since the house was built and I wondered why she used it. Around it was a mash of papers on the floor, the ink bleeding in swirls of blue, black, and red. The pages had been dumped off when the leg bent, and there was no saving them.

​I lunged for another set of papers just as they slipped, snatching them before they hit the remaining water.

​A line on the top page caught my attention.

​The feel of his cock pressing into me had me holding my breath. No one had felt like this…

​What. The. Hell?

​The words were handwritten, and damn it all to hell, I couldn’t help but read it.

​My face was pressed against the cool wood of the table. His mouth traveling down the length of my back, kissing every inch of skin revealed by my torn shirt. The bulge in his jeans ground against the soft curve of my ass. The weight of him pressed me into the biting wood, putting pressure on my clit that had little protection in the thin pair of panties I wore. I squirmed, enjoying the way the wood bit into me, but in the most erotic way.