Authors Note: My very first story received a really warm response (thank you Reddit community!) and I therefore feel slightly more confident sharing the newest piece I just finished. A few things to note:

• My writing background has always been academic and professional. Erotic fiction is completely new to me but boy, it's sure a lot more fun that what I'm used to. Since I'm still a rookie here, I value all suggestions and comments e.g. what you liked, what you hated. As a wise colleague of mine once said, "All feedback is a gift."
• Although I use the same character (Amy Park), these stories should be seen as standalone pieces, not chapters of a larger work. I like the idea that you can pick up any story at random and not feel lost if you haven’t read the others.
• They say you should write about what you know, so Amy Park is actually based on my wife. Do I have some potentially disturbing and suppressed issues that need to be worked out through therapy? Yeah, probably, but who doesn't. Remember folks, it's all fiction.

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Shamrock Painting & Supplies

Balanced gracefully on one leg, Amy Park gently pulled her opposite ankle toward her perfectly sculpted glutes with one hand. She held the position for a few seconds, feeling the stretch along the front of her thigh and the pull in her hips. After a moment, she slowly switched to the other leg, her movements fluid and focused as she prepared for her daily morning run. She wore a pair of ultra-short running shorts that hugged her figure perfectly, showcasing her long, toned legs. The fabric clung to her thighs with each step, emphasizing the smooth, sculpted lines of her calves and the strength in her stride. She had opted to wear only a low-cut sports bra on top because of the unusually warm morning. The fabric barely contained her ample cleavage, the deep V-neck offering a teasing glimpse of what lay beneath. Each curve and contour of her figure was accentuated by the tight material, leaving little to the imagination. But she didn't care about how she looked, even if her revealing outfit caught the attention of those around her. She was focused on her run, and nothing was going to distract her.

As Amy jogged down the tree-lined streets, the summer air filled her lungs, and a smile crossed her face. The calm of the morning was a rare respite from the monotony of her life. Her small frame moved gracefully, her tanned legs glistening with sweat .As she ran, her thoughts drifted to her absent husband, a successful CEO who spent more time at the office than with her. The last thing she wanted was to become the stereotypical Asian housewife, dutifully waiting at home while her husband spent all his time at work. Yet, lately, that’s exactly how she felt—isolated, invisible, and disconnected from the life she had imagined for herself. She wondered if he even realized how disconnected they had become—or if it mattered to him at all. Lately, the idea of separating had lingered in her mind, growing harder to ignore.

Lost in the rhythm of her run, she was surprised to find that an hour had already passed, and it was time to head home. She rounded the corner and made her way back onto her street, catching sight of an unfamiliar van parked in her driveway. The stark white van was adorned with the words Shamrock Painting & Supplies in bold, dark lettering, superimposed over a green four-leaf clover. A group of men in paint-splattered clothes were unloading equipment.

"Oh, the painters," she remembered, slowing to a walk. She'd forgotten they were coming today.

Approaching her house, Amy became acutely aware of the men's eyes on her body. Their gazes lingered on her heaving chest and shapely legs. Her sports bra suddenly felt constricting as she realized just how much cleavage it was revealing. She quickly adjusted it, feeling self-conscious under their intense gaze.

"Hey there, little lady," called out the tallest of the three, his muscular arms covered in faded tattoos. "We're here to paint the house. I'm Eddie."

"Oh, um, hello," Amy replied hesitantly. "So you’re the painters my husband hired?"

A gruff-looking man stepped forward. "That's right. I'm Tony, and the quiet one over there is Vince." He jerked his thumb towards a tall, rough looking man leaning against the van.

"Nice to meet you," Amy said politely, though unease churned in her stomach.

Eddie laughed, a harsh sound. "You sound a bit nervous there. I guess it's the first time you’ve ever met a ex-con before?”

Amy's eyes widened. "Ex-con?"

"Oh yeah," Vince said, his voice rough and steady." Didn’t your old man mention it? We’re part of a work-release program through your husband’s company. Tony, Eddie, and I, we all did serious time together—armed robbery, aggravated assault, burglary... you name it."

"But we're reformed now," Tony added quickly, shooting a deathly glare at his companions. "Just trying to make an honest living."

Amy nodded nervously, suddenly very aware of her revealing jogging attire. The sooner they started she thought, the sooner they could leave.

"Guess you’d better come inside and get to work," she said, quickly heading toward the front door. As she fumbled for her keys, she heard Eddie mutter, "Damn, did you see the tits on her?"

Amy's cheeks burned as she quickly ducked inside, her heart pounding. The three men walked in behind her, each carrying a large paint can and a set of brushes and rollers that clinked together with each step. As they filed past her, Amy couldn’t help but notice how each man was a wall of muscle and bulk, making her feel even smaller than her already petite frame. Their size seemed to dwarf her as she stood there, suddenly self-conscious of how slight and vulnerable she appeared in comparison.

"Where do you want us to start, ma'am?" Tony, the largest of the three, asked as his eyes roamed over her body.

"The...the living room," Amy stammered, gesturing vaguely. "I'll just be in the kitchen if you need anything."

She hurried away, her heart pounding. In the kitchen, Amy tried to shake off the tension as she heard the men moving furniture and setting up in the next room. Her hands trembled as she poured herself a cup of coffee, but it did little to calm her frayed nerves. The sound of their gruff voices and heavy footsteps echoed through the house. Suddenly, Eddie appeared in the kitchen doorway, his imposing frame filling the space.

"Hey there, little lady," he drawled, his eyes roaming over her body. "Mind if I get some water? It's awful hot in here."

Amy nodded mutely, stepping aside as Eddie strode to the sink. When he turned back to her, there was a predatory glint in his eye that made her shiver.

"You know," Eddie said, taking a slow step towards her, "I've been thinking about those perfect tits of yours since you came jogging up. Bet they look even better without that top on."

Amy's eyes widened in shock at Eddie's crude remark. Her heart raced as she took an instinctive step back, arms crossing protectively over her chest.

"That's... that's completely inappropriate," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I think you should leave now."

Eddie's lips curled into a predatory grin as he advanced on her. "Oh come on sweetheart, don't be like that. We're just getting to know each other."

Amy quickly backed away from Eddie. "Please, I think you should go back to work," Amy stammered.

Eddie smirked, advancing on her. "Now, don't be like that. I saw how you were looking at us earlier. Why don't we have some fun while your man's away?"

"N-no, I wasn't - please just leave me alone," Amy pleaded, her back hitting the kitchen counter.

Eddie pressed closer, trapping her against the counter. "Don't fight it, baby. I know you want this as much as I do."

"Stop! Get away from me!" Amy cried, pushing at his chest.

Eddie grabbed her wrists roughly. "Shut up, bitch. You're gonna give me what I want, one way or another."

"Help! Tony! Vince!" Amy screamed, struggling against Eddie's iron grip.

Tony raced into the kitchen and for a fleeting moment, Amy felt a spark of hope ignite within her. She caught sight of his imposing figure framed in the doorway. Maybe he would be her savior, she thought, her heart racing. But any spark of hope was quickly extinguished as Tony’s eyes swept over the scene before him.

"Well, well," he chuckled darkly. "Looks like the party's starting without us."

As Amy's eyes widened in fear, her chest rose and fell rapidly, her heart visible pounding beneath her skin. Her hands and fingers twitched and strained as she struggled against Eddie's grip, her face contorted in terror.

"Please, don't do this," she begged. "My husband will be back any minute!"

Eddie laughed cruelly. "We all know your man ain't any where near here, sweetheart. It's just us now."

Eddie's movements were smooth and fluid as he easily lifted Amy up off the ground and placed her onto the kitchen table. Her back hit the hard surface and her legs were now spread in a vulnerable position, held up by Vince and Tony on either side of her. Her tiny jogging shorts rode up, exposing her trembling thighs.

"Oh god," she gasped. "Stop, please!"

Amy fought with all her might, the force of her kicks and thrashes futile against their unyielding hold. They were like iron vices, their grip unrelenting as she struggled in vain to break free. Each breath came in short gasps as fear and desperation fueled her movements.

"Please," she cried out, tears streaming down her face. "Stop it! Help! Someone help me!"

"We don't need any help, baby," Tony said with a smirk as he reached around her body and ripped off her sports bra.

Amy felt a wave of shame wash over her as she was left exposed and vulnerable in front of these men. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but they were quickly pinned above her head by Eddie's strong grip.

"Look at those tits," Eddie said lecherously, his eyes raking over Amy's body. "I've been wanting a piece of that since you came jogging up to the house.”

Amy closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the disgusting words coming out of Eddie's mouth. She prayed that this was just a nightmare and she would wake up any minute now.

"Just relax and enjoy it," he whispered into her ear as he began to kiss and lick his way down her neck.

Amy's mind raced as she struggled against him fruitlessly. How could this be happening?

Her thoughts were interrupted as Eddie roughly grabbed at one of her breasts, squeezing and pinching it hard enough to leave bruises. Amy cried out in pain as tears streamed down her face.

"Let's see what else you got," Eddie said as he reached down.

Amy felt absolute terror coursing through her body as she lay there, exposed and helpless on the kitchen table.

"Damn, look at that pussy," Eddie exclaimed as he yanked down Amy's shorts to reveal her completely shaved mound. "This bitch is a dirty slut."

Vince and Tony joined in with hoots and howls, their eyes glued to Amy's naked body.

"Look at that smooth little cunt," Eddie growled. "You keep it nice and bare for your old man, don't you? Or maybe for other men?"

"N-no, please," Amy gasped.

Tony traced a finger along her slit, making her shudder. "So wet already. Your body's betraying you, slut."

"Oh god," Amy moaned involuntarily as he rubbed her clit. "Please stop, I can't..."

But before Amy could protest any further, Tony reached between her legs and roughly inserted two fingers into her tight opening.

She let out a cry as his fingers probed deeper, stretching and exploring every inch of her sensitive flesh. She could feel her walls clenching around his fingers as he pumped them in and out of her.

"Jesus Christ," Tony exclaimed, pulling his hand back to examine it.

"This whore is soaking wet."

Amy wanted to disappear into thin air as she heard Eddie and Vince cackle gleefully behind her.

"I'm going to devour that drenched, throbbing snatch of yours." Tony said with a hungry look.

Amy's body trembled as she arched her back, trying to shrink away from Tony's face between her thighs. She squirmed and tried to close her legs, but Vince and Eddie held them apart, leaving her completely exposed to Tony's expert mouth. Tony’s head was hidden from view, buried between her legs and moving slowly as he explored her most sensitive areas. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, not wanting to see what was happening but unable to escape the sensations coursing through her body. Her breath came in short gasps as Tony's hot breath tickled against her skin and his tongue probed into her depths.

"No, please don't-" Amy began, but her protests were cut off as Tony’s mouth enveloped her clit, his tongue delving deep inside of her. Despite all of her terror and shame, Amy couldn't help the waves of unwanted pleasure that coursed through her body.

"Look at you," Tony mocked. "You're just another whore who loves getting her snatch licked clean."

Amy's body tensed as Vince and Eddie’s rough hands gripped her ankles, spreading her legs further apart. She desperately tried to look away, to block this horrific scene from her mind. But then out of nowhere, she felt someone yanking her running shoes and socks off her feet as a hot, wet tongue dragged slowly up the sole of her foot. Amy's eyes widened in shock as she realized with horror that Vince was actually licking her foot, his tongue lapping at the sensitive skin between her toes. A shudder ran through her body, eliciting an involuntary moan. From her earliest memories, Amy had always known that her feet were incredibly sensitive. The slightest touch, a soft brush against her soles, would send her into uncontrollable fits of laughter, a vulnerability she could never escape. A simple pedicure session could turn into a torturous ordeal as each stroke of the nail file sent jolts of ticklish sensation shooting up through her legs. But it was not just about being ticklish; there was something more to it. This heightened sensitivity also translated into an increased awareness and responsiveness to touch in general. When touched just right - by skilled hands or even by accident - it could elicit sensations that were far removed from laughter; sensations pleasurable enough to make her toes curl and breath hitch.

“Oh god, oh no, please, not my feet, not my feet!!! They're so ticklish! Please not my feet!"

Amy thrashed and writhed in an attempt to break free from his hold, as Vince assaulted her feet, using his teeth to nibble along the edges of each toe while his fingers danced lightly over the arches. Tears streamed down her face as she tried desperately to suppress the laughter bubbling up in her throat.

Vince chuckled darkly. "Looks like we found her weak spot, boys. Eddie, grab her other foot. Let's see how ticklish this little slut really is.”

Eddie eagerly complied and roughly grasped her other foot, proceeding to lick and suck her other toes as Amy squirmed helplessly. His tongue was everywhere - on her feet, in between her toes, tracing patterns up and down her arches. Every touch of his tongue felt like a million tickling fingers, sending intense shivers through her body. It was relentless, a constant barrage that left her gasping for air and unable to gather her thoughts.

"Oh god, s-stop!" Amy cried out, her voice trembling. "P-please, I'll do anything, just stop!"

As she laughed hysterically, Amy's face contorted in anguish and pain. Her eyes were wide with terror as she looked up at the men, imploring them to stop their torment.

She was helpless, her body writhing uncontrollably as their fingers started to then dance over other ticklish spots—her ribs, her sides, and then back to the soft, sensitive arches of her feet. Her breath came in gasps, each one cut off by another burst of involuntary laughter.

"P-please!" she begged, her voice high-pitched and shaky, the words barely escaping through the frantic giggles. Her face was flushed bright red, her eyes squeezed shut in a mix of desperation and laughter, her limbs thrashing helplessly beneath their relentless grip. Her chest heaved with the effort to get air, but the tickling was so intense, she couldn’t catch her breath.

"I can’t... I can’t!" she sobbed, her laughter turning into near-silent wheezes as she gasped for a break.

But the men only increased their torment, their fingers dancing mercilessly over her most sensitive areas. Amy's mind reeled as her body betrayed her, waves of ticklish agony mixed with the growing ache between her legs. Tony had redoubled his efforts, his tongue swirling furiously around her clit as Amy bucked and writhed. Amy's breaths were coming in short gasps as she moaned and whimpered with each movement of Tony's tongue. The sound of her laughter had turned into a mix of ecstasy and desperation, the occasional cry of "please" and "stop" interspersed between moans and gasps. With one final thrust of his tongue, Tony pushed Amy over the edge and she exploded in a burst of pleasure, her body convulsing against his face as she cried out in pure euphoria.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck fuck fuck!!!" Amy screamed, her spine bowing instinctively.

She knew she shouldn't be feeling this way, that her body shouldn't be reacting like this to her attackers. But she couldn't stop the overwhelming sensations as the men worked her most sensitive areas.

"See? I knew you'd enjoy it, you little slut," Tony smirked, wiping his mouth as he stood up.

"Now it's time for the main event."

Before Amy could protest, Tony roughly flipped her over onto her stomach. She felt the cold kitchen table against her bare breasts.

"No, please don't," Amy whimpered weakly, her body still shaking from her climax.

Amy's eyes widened as Tony unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock, causing her cheeks to flush with a mix of shock and fear. It was thicker than any she had ever seen; a monstrous appendage that descended almost to the midpoint of his thigh. The head was swollen and dripping with pre-cum, making her cringe at the thought of it entering her. Tony paid no attention to Amy's pleas as he positioned himself behind her. She felt the tip of his massive cock pressing against her slit and let out a strangled cry.

"Oh god, it's so big," Amy gasped as Tony started to push inside her. "Please, it won't fit!"

But Tony just grunted and forced himself deeper, stretching Amy painfully. She clawed at the table, trying to escape the brutal invasion of her body.

"Holy shit, you're tight," Tony howled, gripping Amy's hips as he bottomed out inside her. "Guess your husband isn't satisfying you at home, huh?"

She shook her head frantically, unable to form words as she continued to sob.

"Well, I'll show you what a real man feels like," he growled before thrusting harder and deeper inside her.

Amy could only whimper in response as Tony started to thrust, his huge cock filling her completely. The kitchen echoed with the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. Sweat poured down Amy's face as she panted heavily, her body trembling with pleasure.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Amy screamed, her body betraying her once again as pleasure started to build. "It's too much, I can't take it!"

Tony just laughed and picked up his pace, pounding into Amy relentlessly. "Sure feels like you can take it just fine, slut. Your pussy's gripping me like a vice."

Amy buried her face in her arms, overwhelmed by shame and unwanted arousal. She prayed for it to be over soon, even as her hips started to rock back to meet Tony's thrusts.

"Oh god, oh god," Amy moaned, her body shaking as Tony pounded into her from behind. She tried to fight the rising tide of pleasure, but it was overwhelming her senses.

"Oh my god you’re so big. You’re so fucking big. Please, I can't...I'm going to..."

"That's it, take my giant cock you dirty whore," Tony roared, gripping her hips tighter. "I can feel you getting close. Come on my dick like the slut you are."

"No, no, I won’t," Amy sobbed, even as her walls clenched around Tony's thick shaft. "Oh fuck, please God no, please no, it's happening again! I can't stop it!"

"Say it, bitch," Tony demanded, slamming into her g-spot. "Tell me how much you love my cock."

"It's so big...oh god, you're splitting me open!"" Amy whimpered, shame flooding through her.

Sensing she was close, Tony reached around and began rubbing Amy's clit with his thumb, sending new shockwaves of pleasure through her body. With a wail of anguish and ecstasy, Amy's body convulsed as another powerful orgasm ripped through her.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm cumming! You’re making me cum! Oh my god, oh my fucking god!!!"

Tony roared in triumph as he felt Amy's pussy spasm around him. "Take it, bitch! Take my load!"

Amy collapsed onto the table, utterly spent and horrified by her body's betrayal. This couldn't be happening. How could she have come again? The reality of the situation came crashing down on her as Tony pulled out, leaving her feeling empty and used. Her muscles trembled in exhaustion and humiliation as she lay exposed on the table, her legs splayed open as Tony's cum dripped out of her.

Vince walked over to the refrigerator, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "I've got an idea," he said, pulling open the door and rummaging inside. Amy's eyes widened in horror as she saw Vince reach into the refrigerator and pull out a long, thick cucumber. The cucumber was enormous and, its length stretching out with a slightly uneven surface, covered in small, raised bumps. It was easily as big as Tony's cock, if not bigger. Amy couldn't even imagine what it would feel like inside of her.

"Time for round two," Vince said with a chuckle as he approached the table where Amy lay, still trembling from her previous orgasm.

"I think it's only fair that our little whore gets a taste of some vegetable fun."

"Don’t you dare!" Amy cried out, her voice hoarse. "Get that fucking thing away from me!"

Amy tried to scramble away but Eddie and Tony held her firmly in place. She felt the cool, smooth surface of the cucumber pressing against her her still-dripping pussy. Vince started pushing the cucumber into her slit and Amy let out a choked cry as she felt herself being stretched open once again.

"Look at that," Tony said with amusement, watching as Vince began thrusting the cucumber in and out of Amy's tight hole.

"She loves it just like she loves my cock."

"Fuck, this is so hot," Eddie groaned, as he whipped out his cock and began stroking himself. "Look at her taking that cucumber like a good little slut."

“Oh god it's too much," Amy gasped, feeling the cucumber hitting places inside her that she never knew existed. "P-please...please stop."

Amy’s pussy was glistening with her arousal, the juices coating the length of the cucumber as it moved in and out of her eagerly. Her breath came in ragged gasps, matching the rhythm of the thrusts. As much as Amy wanted to deny it, she couldn't help but feel pleasure building inside of her again. The ridges and bumps of the cucumber rubbed against all the right places inside of her, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She was completely consumed by the sensations, lost in the intensity of pleasure that coursed through her.

"Oh please no…" Amy sobbed as Vince continued to thrust the cucumber in and out of her mercilessly.

"You like that don't you?" Tony taunted, his fingers digging into Amy's hips as he watched Vince ravage her with the vegetable. "You're such a slut for anything that can fit inside of you."

Amy grunted like an animal as Vince thrusted the makeshift dildo in and out. She didn't want to enjoy this degrading act, but her body seemed intent on betraying her once again.

"Oh god, oh fuck!" she screamed, her body shuddering uncontrollably. "Take it out! Take it out! Don’t make me cum again… please don’t make me cum again…”

Vince could sense Amy's impending release and he quickened his pace, thrusting harder and deeper into her tightness.

Tony laughed cruelly. "Look at her take it. The little slut loves it."

Amy's mind reeled as waves of unwanted pleasure crashed over her. Her body was on fire, her mind consumed by the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through her. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, but she fought against it with every fiber of her being. She hated herself for responding, but she knew she couldn't stop the orgasm building inside her.

Tony chuckled darkly as he watched Amy's struggle. He leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"You're going to come for us," he said, his voice low and menacing. "And you're going to love every second of it."

Tony's large, rough hand descended between Amy's trembling thighs, his fingers finding their way to her engorged nub. His thumb began to circle her pulsating clit with calculated precision, each rotation sending waves of electric pleasure radiating through her core. He varied the pressure expertly, alternating between feather-light caresses that teased her mercilessly and firm strokes that drove her to the brink of madness.

The rhythmic motions continued relentlessly, driving her wild with desire. Her breath hitched in rhythm with each stroke; every nerve ending screamed for release as he played her body like a well-tuned instrument. It was all she needed to push her over the edge, her orgasm tearing through her with such intensity that she felt like she might black out.

"OH GOD... OH FUCK! OH MY FUCKING GOD..! I'M CUMMING... I’M FUCKING CUMMING!" she screamed, her hips bucking against the cucumber as she tried to escape the intense sensations coursing through her.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Tony muttered, his eyes wide with arousal as he watched Amy’s pussy convulse around the vegetable. "I've never seen anyone come like that before."

He withdrew his hand from between her legs and wiped it on her thigh, grinning smugly at his friends. "You boys better hurry up if you want a turn. This little slut isn't going to last much longer."

Amy lay trembling on the kitchen table, her body still wracked with aftershocks from her intense orgasm. She whimpered softly as Tony slowly withdrew the cucumber, leaving her feeling achingly empty.

Through tear-blurred eyes, she saw Vince and Eddie stroking their erect cocks furiously as they leered down at her exposed body.

"Oh god, oh my fucking god…" Amy babbled weakly. "No more...no more…"

But the men paid no attention to her pleas. They positioned themselves on either side of her, their hands moving in a frenzy over their shafts as they stared hungrily at her naked form.

Amy squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see what was coming next. She flinched as she felt the first splash of warm fluid hit her face. More followed in rapid succession, coating her breasts and face as Vince and Eddie grunted and moaned above her.

When it was finally over, Amy lay there motionless, covered in their cum. She felt utterly violated and used, her body no longer her own.

As the men started to dress, Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out a small white card. He pressed it into Amy's trembling hand, his calloused fingers brushing against her soft skin.

"Call us if you ever need anything," he said, his voice low and husky.

Amy glanced down at the card. In green lettering it read Shamrock Painting & Supplies. She crumpled it up and threw it across the room, her body still quivering from the intense ordeal.

Tony, Eddie and Vince filed out of the house, their heavy footsteps fading away. As the door clicked shut behind them, Amy collapsed on the floor. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with unwanted arousal.

"Oh god," she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. She could still feel their rough hands on her skin, still hear their grunts of pleasure. Almost involuntarily, her hand drifted down between her legs. She gasped as her fingers brushed against her swollen clit. She knew she should stop, should call the police, but instead found herself opening her legs wider.

Amy's body trembled as her hand moved down to her throbbing clit, fingers tracing the trails of red scratches left by the men's rough hands.

"Oh fuck," she breathed. Her fingers began to move in slow circles.

"It's so big," she moaned, remembering the feeling of being stretched and filled. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body as she touched herself.

"Oh my god," she cried out as her movements became more frantic. She was disgusted with herself, but she couldn't stop. Her breath came in quick gasps as she frantically rubbed herself, trying to find release from the overwhelming sensations flooding her body. She couldn't control herself any longer, surrendering to the pleasure despite how wrong it felt.

"I'm going to cum," she whispered to herself, her hips bucking against her hand. A moan escaped Amy's lips as she arched her back and surrendered to the intense climax that rocked through her body. Her hand fell away from her throbbing center and she lay there panting, tears still streaming down her face.

Shame and self-loathing crashed over her as the haze of arousal faded. What was wrong with her? How could her body betray her like this? Amy's gaze fell on the discarded business card, and a spark of curiosity ignited through her turmoil. Despite everything, she found herself wondering when the painters would return to finish the job.