Free Made For Him by Nessa Connor

MADE FOR HIM
    J essalyn was elbow deep in Mod Podge and wallpaper scraps as she finished the dresser for the staging warehouse. The X Ambassadors were blaring from the radio on the floor and her hips swayed in time as she checked for air bubbles in her work.
    Tanner stood in the studio doorway watching her. Jessa was definitely someone who attracted his attention... his and every other red-blooded male in a hundred mile radius. Anytime she was around his head went completely blank for thirty seconds before he regained control of himself.
    He watched her sway her hips in an absentminded way, the fringe of her cutoff denim shorts moving in the breeze against her long, sun-kissed legs. Her tank top clung to her curves and hugged the swell of her breasts, giving him just enough of a view to know that her body would blow his mind when he got her naked.
    'When?' He questioned himself. 'Awfully sure of yourself, aren'tcha, champ?' Tanner shook his head. Apparently his subconscious already had plans. So what if he had designs to get her into his bed?  Even if he didn't get to keep her, he wondered what the odds were of getting her into the dungeon for a session or two. The idea intrigued him greatly.
    Tanner wasn't the kind of man to air all his secrets with just anyone. Sure, those in the community knew who he was for one reason or another, whether they knew his name from his construction business and affiliation with Coleman Industries or from his finely honed skills in the kink clubs. Those chosen to join him in his own dungeon didn't take him lightly when he stepped through the door.
    He had to fight the urge to cross the floor and take down her long strawberry blonde hair from the haphazard bun she often threw it into while she worked. He liked it best when it was down. It hung low on her back in loose curls that swung when she moved.
    Tanner had been the one to hire her into the company six months ago as part of Coleman Industries’ full service home building program. Jessalyn was the best interior designer he had worked with. He had grown up in the trade working at his father's side until he took over the company a year ago, at 31, after his father retired and moved to The Outer Banks.
    After all of her success it was hard to fathom that Tanner had actually wavered on hiring her. She walked in wearing a sleek dress suit with a cobalt blue shirt that accented the color of her eyes and a resume that would have made anyone drool when they read it.
    It wasn't that he had doubted her skill set. She was one of the best in the industry. It was the shining green eyes and those shapely legs that made him hesitate. Tanner hated to mix work and pleasure. Employer/employee relations were generally a very bad idea. The power exchange at work shouldn't morph into the power exchange in the bedroom without some serious thought.
    Tanner had done a lot of thinking lately.
    He had taken a chance on her when he hired her. There was something inside of her that he could see, that rare potential to turn into something phenomenally impressive that promised success.
    Jessa turned around and gasped when she saw Tanner standing there watching her. She blushed a little and prayed he hadn't seen her dancing around while she was supposed to be working. She hadn't even heard him come up behind her.
    "You surprised me. Hey, Tanner, what's going on?” Jessalyn wiped her hands with a wet old beach towel.
    "Just wanted to check on the furniture rehab and see when you wanted to go out to the Carson place. I guess things are ahead of schedule and you could get in there and start your stuff whenever you have time." Tanner felt himself mentally reeling in his hormones as he always had when the business man in him took over.
    Being around Jessa was like being swallowed by a fire. The increasing heat and the longer he stayed made him want to let her engulf him. As her boss, he knew he should keep things professional, but as a dominant man all he wanted was to