🥵Full Service 🥵“Oh my god, finally! I’ve been waiting three hours.”I stood at my apartment door in nothing but a silk robe that barely reached mid-thigh, hair still damp from the shower I had to cut short because the damn kitchen sink was flooding again.The plumber standing in my doorway was not what I expected.He was tall, easily 6’3”, with broad shoulders, thick arms covered in tattoos, and a tight black work shirt stretched across a powerful chest. His name tag read “Marco.” Dark stubble, intense brown eyes, and a jawline that could cut glass.“Sorry for the wait, ma’am,” he said, voice deep and slightly raspy. “I had an emergency call earlier. Where’s the leak?”“Kitchen,” I replied, stepping aside to let him in. As he walked past, I caught the scent of clean sweat and something masculine that made my stomach tighten.I led him to the kitchen, very aware that I was practically naked under the robe. The sink was still dripping, forming a puddle on the floor.Ma
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