Free Wet Dreamz by Bobbi Romans Page A

town and would prefer a man be about while I’m gone. If Mrs. Kirsti should need any physical assistance she’ll know you will be arriving daily for a few hours. Would you have any issues helping with more than pool cleaning?”
    If Mr. Kirsti had any idea the level of fantasies he’d had over Mrs. Kirsti, he sure as Hades wouldn’t be asking him to basically watch over her.
    “No problem,” he answered, fighting the boner rising at thoughts of being closer to the woman he’d fantasized over.
    “I’ll double your pay starting next week.”
    “Sammy … Aren’t you coming, uh, swimming with me?” the blonde interrupted.
    “You done for the day?” Mr. Kirsti thumbed toward the pool as a sly grin slowly spread across his face.
    “Yeah. I’m done.”
    And he was, at playing fair, or decent.
    * * *
    Business trip? Yeah, the asshole couldn’t even come up with something new. Did he really think she was that dumb? He was off on another vacation with yet another one of his mistresses. She’d have left long ago, had it not been for the money. No point in lying to herself as to why she remained. Her brother’s institutions didn’t come cheap, and bottom line was, she trusted the place. Mikey was happy and safe.
    When their parents were killed in a car crash, Mikey became her responsibility. He was sweet, loving, and more than she could handle. He’d become miserable and withdrawn when she’d tried. But they’d coped the best they could. His autism was just the tip of the iceberg. The list of mental issues was long, and when she’d married Sam, he’d suggested the place. Claimed a client placed his son there and the difference in the child’s happiness was immeasurable. She’d been reluctant. Feared Sam was requesting her to do so because he didn’t want him around.
    Sam might be a cheating ass, but he’d urged her to give the place a try, for Mikey’s happiness. And he’d been right. Mikey bloomed being around other children his age all struggling with symptoms such as his. Somehow, deep within him, he recognized the kinship surrounding him, though he couldn’t verbalize it.
    Sam seemed to genuinely love Mikey, but she didn’t want to chance losing the funding which helped keep Mikey in Blossoms Youth Center.
    So she stayed. And damn near bit her tongue off keeping quiet about his extracurricular activities. Buried the hurt and bewilderment at why he strayed when she’d thought they’d been happy. Gave up any chance at happiness, but she loved Mikey, and well, she’d give her life for his if necessary.
    The doorbell startled her. She grabbed her robe and tightened the belt, smoothing it down to try to lengthen the short silk. Impossible, yes, but she did it anyway.
    “Good morning, Mrs. Kirsti. I’m here to clean the pool.”
    Wow. She would never grow tired of watching Billy work. God only knew how many times she’d stood in her kitchen, peeping out her window, silently praying for him to get hot enough to take his shirt off so those sweat-shiny abs of his were in full view. How long she’d been rooted to the spot watching the large muscles in his arms bulge as he pushed the pool brush or pulled the pool net.
    Or even how many times she’d pushed her hand down her panties and worked her secret spot until she’d come. Right there in the kitchen standing at the sink, with one hand working her tit and the other swirling her button.
    “Are you all right, Mrs. Kirsti?”
    “Oh I’m sorry. I … I wasn’t expecting you so early, or in fact today.” Yeah, the more she woke from her waking wet dream, the more things became clear. He shouldn’t even be here. “Cam, please. Mrs. Kirsti sounds so … so formal and old.”
    “Cam it is then. Didn’t Mr. Kirsti tell you I’d be coming daily until his return? He wanted to make sure I was around at least a few hours in the event you might need some, uh, physical help.”
    The way he’d said physical caused her ovaries to start cheering. And the way