Hannah & the Dom Next Door by BJ Wane Page B

delivering that filly until tomorrow, will he?” Ethan asked Anna just as Mitch pulled into his drive. Plotting quickly, he asked Hannah, “Do you have enough for four?” Ethan wasn’t above taking advantage of circumstances in order to see if there was anything going on between Mitch and Hannah.
    “Oh, of course. Mitch is more than welcome to join us.”
    Just what she needed, Hannah thought as she watched Mitch stride over at Ethan’s wave, her body sitting up and taking notice of his perspiration damp navy blue tee shirt that clung to his broad shoulders and hard as a rock chest and tight jeans that did nothing to disguise the strength in his muscled thighs when he walked. As if her fantasies about their one evening together weren’t enough to disturb her on a very basic level, she now had to sit across the table from him and act like they were just friendly neighbors with no intimate knowledge of each other. She doubted her ability to pull that off successfully. It went against her moral fiber to be deliberately deceitful, but more than that, if obsessing over that one encounter this past week without seeing him had left her flustered and unsure, what would being near him again do?
    Ethan and Anna shared a knowing look as Hannah’s eyes clung to Mitch, her face reflecting chagrin as well as longing. Anna knew what she was thinking because it hadn’t been that long ago that she had the same reaction whenever she saw Donovan. She suspected Hannah was raging an inner war against what she had always believed was good and bad sexual behavior, a war she knew from experience wouldn’t be fought, and won, with one battle.

Chapter Five
    Mitch’s first reaction at seeing Hannah again when he pulled into his drive had been a warm, pleasant feeling that eased the stress of his day followed swiftly by a surge of lust so powerful it fucking took his breath away. The hour he spent with her over dinner last week after they had sex, listening to her excitement over starting her photography business, studiously avoiding any mention of sex to help ease her discomfort, had been as hard as leaving her with a simple ‘good night’. Staying away from her all week had been difficult, but not nearly as difficult as trying to forget the way she looked when she climaxed for, unbelievably, the first time. Just the memory of the glazed look in her fey eyes as she stared up at him in shock followed so swiftly by stunned surprise at the profound pleasure sweeping through her could make him hard, make him sweat for want of her. But he had to remember, had to keep telling himself, it was a one-time thing. She had been curious about what she had been taught was forbidden, he had satisfied her curiosity, in spades, and now they needed to go back to being neighborly, if for no other reason than to preserve his fucking sanity. Because once had not been enough for him. One hour of vanilla sex with Hannah was like eating the cherry off the top of an ice cream sundae and leaving the decadent tastes of sweet caramel, warm fudge, salty nuts and cold, creamy ice cream for someone else to indulge in. A sweet appetizer that left him craving more. And when that analogy had him seeing red, he knew he was in deep shit.
    When Ethan waved him over, he wasn’t happy about it. Instead of strapping on a tool belt and joining his crew after lunch today like he usually did, he spent the afternoon in his trailer office dealing with red tape on back logged orders and permits. He much preferred physical labor to desk work, but some things could only be handled by him. Instead of thinking about alleviating his irritation and edginess at the club this evening, he found himself walking next door with more anticipation than he usually got from planning out a scene.
    He was pleased Anna had stopped by. He hoped the two of them would hit it off well enough to eventually become friends. With Mary and Patty gone for another two months, Hannah didn’t have anyone to talk