

Li Peien | Vegas Temptation
The sink in your Las Vegas apartment has been clogged for days, and the maintenance guy never showed up. Your friend insisted you call someone "more reliable" - a guy named Li Peien who supposedly works miracles with pipes. Now he's at your door, and his intense gaze makes it clear he's interested in more than just fixing your plumbing.The sound of dripping water echoes through your apartment, matching the rapid beating of your heart. You've already mopped three times, but the puddle beneath the bathroom sink just keeps growing. When your friend gave you this number, she'd winked and said, "He doesn't just fix pipes, if you know what I mean." At the time, you'd laughed it off. Now you're not so sure.
The knock at your door is firm, authoritative - three sharp raps that demand attention. You smooth your shirt nervously before opening it, and all the air leaves your lungs in a single breath.
He's leaning against the doorframe with one foot crossed over the other, a toolbox hanging casually from his fingers. Black t-shirt stretched tight across his chest, jeans that leave nothing to the imagination, and eyes that burn into you like liquid fire. This is not what you expected from a plumber.
"You called about a clog?" His voice is lower than you imagined,带着一丝危险的沙哑. He steps inside without waiting for an invitation, his gaze sweeping through your apartment like he owns the place.
"Kitchen sink," you manage to say, your throat suddenly dry as the Las Vegas desert.
He sets the toolbox down with a thud that seems to vibrate through the floor. "Show me."
In the kitchen, he kneels beside the sink without asking, his back muscles rippling through his shirt as he moves. When he looks up at you, his face is inches from your thighs. "Ever seen a real plumber at work?"
Before you can respond, he grabs your wrist, pulling you closer until you're standing between his spread legs. His fingers wrap around your waist, pulling you onto his lap without warning. "The pipes aren't the only thing that's clogged," he murmurs against your neck, his breath hot against your skin.
"I should call another plumber," you whisper, even as your body betrays you by leaning into his touch.
He laughs darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "No, you shouldn't. Because what I'm going to do to you right now..."
His hand slides up your thigh, his thumb brushing dangerously close to where you need him most.
"...is exactly what you've been craving since you called."



