Find out what happens to the Master Plumber???? Is his Plumber Crack a Turn On????....

Excerpt:
"Fuck it. Fire me if you want," he growled, just before raising a hand quick to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, his mouth bearing down on hers. There was little in the way of tenderness in the kiss. Instead there was incredible heat, passion, need... and she gave it back ounce for ounce. The hand still in his lap shifted to cup him, tracing his length over the rough denim of his jeans, and she dimly marveled at the size of him. They both groaned from the feel of her hand on him, the sounds tangling as his mouth ravaged hers. His kiss was driving her insane, and she loved it. He demanded; she gave. He teased; she melted.

He brought his free arm around to grab her around her waist, pulling her up so that she was straddling his lap again. This time she settled her thighs on either side of his, tucking them tight against him, her hand leaving his pants to reach up to grip at his shoulder. Her other joined it, both gripping at the wet fabric there as he kissed her senseless. She thrilled to the raw passion in his kiss and let her own fly, her breath hot against his lips as her tongue dueled with his.

She felt his hand leave the back of her neck and almost whimpered, the sound instead coming out as a low moan when she felt his hand slide over her breast, teasing her painfully hard nipple through the thin, soaked fabric of her tank top. Her back arched, pushing her breast into his hand, and she had to tear her mouth away from his, sucking in a ragged breath. Her head was spinning, she couldn't breathe, and her body was humming with arousal. Her thighs tightened convulsively against his and she leaned back, giving him full access to her body...

Arousal was cut short by a flash of pain as her head banged against edge of the porcelain sink. This time her soft cry was one of mild pain, and monumental frustration. She reached back to rub at the back of her head absently and opened her eyes. Trying to make them focus, she looked at Turner. Her breathing was ragged, and she could see and hear that his was just as harsh as hers. The heat was still there in his face, the hunger, but she also saw...