Miss Firecracker by Lorelei James

dad in the office?’ because I couldn’t possibly know anything about what goes on at a construction site, let alone how to use a hammer.
    “In some ways it’s been twice as hard being Big Kenny’s daughter. New guys think being named his foreman was a gimme. It took six years after I graduated to get the job. If I would’ve worked for someone else, I’d’ve had the title sooner.”
    “But you didn’t want to work for anyone else?”
    “Nope. My granddad started this company and passed it to my dad. Ever since I was a little girl I dreamed one day it’d be mine. But I also knew Dad wouldn’t just hand it over. And proving to the guys who’ve worked for him for years that I could do it was another challenge.”
    “How many guys you running?”
    “Fourteen. And I’m finally to the point where my crew comes to me first to ask questions, not to my father.”
    “That’s quite an accomplishment.”
    “Thanks. Umm. You want to see the upstairs?”
    “Yep. Especially if your bedroom is up there.”
    “Figures you’d be interested in that.”
    Blake was suitably impressed with how she’d combined two smaller bedrooms into one large master. The amount of lace and frills in her bedroom confounded him, especially since he’d seen nothing of a girly nature anywhere else in her house. With the peach and cream color scheme, he could easily believe it was a beauty queen’s domain.
    Willow sighed. “I need a shower.”
    “Don’t let me stop you from stripping. After all, it is your bedroom.”
    She wrapped her arms around one of the wooden posts on the bed and studied him.
    “What?”
    “I don’t know how to say this.”
    “If you want me to leave, Will, just ask.”
    “No, I want you to shower with me,” she blurted.
    Well, if that didn’t beat all. Blake grinned. “Then it’s a lucky thing I remembered to grab a condom.”
    “Very lucky thing. But then, given your unofficial ‘always be prepared’ motto, I’m not surprised.”
    Clothes flew. Willow beat him getting undressed, but not by much. He chased her into the bathroom.
    No garden style bathtub for Willow. She entered an enormous glassed-in area that took up half the bathroom. Blake let out a heartfelt moan when he stepped inside the shower. Four sets of jets. Two shower heads.
    “You like?”
    “Mmm.” He peered at the little box below the row of nozzles. “Is that a steam shower button?”
    “Yep. I get dirty on the job. My muscles get sore. I wanted this to be a place where I could just let it all melt away.”
    “You and a couple friends could fit in here.”
    Willow stared at him for a second.
    “What?”
    “You’re the first person other than me who’s been in this shower.”
    Blake was shocked. Every time he thought he had a bead on Willow, she threw him a curveball.
    She turned the jets full on. Hot pulsing spray bombarded him from every angle. As he lingered under the stream of water, he wondered if she could hear him whimpering in sheer bliss. Blake liked nothing better than indulging in a long, hot shower.
    Unless it was indulging in a long, hot shower with a hot woman.
    Willow scrubbed her hair with some citrusy smelling shampoo. Then she lifted her face to the spray, giving him her back. The white lather slipped across her strong shoulders and down her spine in foamy rivulets, drawing his attention to the curve of her ass and hip. Soon nothing but clear water cascaded across her skin.
    He ripped open the condom and rolled it on.
    She reached for a razor lying on top of the soapdish. But Blake was too quick. He snatched it up and turned her around. “I’ll help you.”
    Her eyes flashed indecision.
    “I’ll be careful. I promise. Is it okay if I start at the top and work my way down?”
    She nodded.
    “Stand like this.” Blake pinned her arms above her head with the back of her wrists against the wall. “You look damn sexy like that.”
    “No tickling me.”
    “Not to worry. I’ll be the picture of restraint while