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I’m a resourceful slut who’s very good at getting what she wants. Like when I saw that my ex-best friend’s boyfriend had joined the local fire department. There were plenty of ways to get back at her for being a conniving bitch, but honestly, this way just felt like too much fun to pass up.
I dressed in skimpy lingerie the night I knew he was at the firehouse and accidentally set a dishrag on the stove near the lit burner. The smoke filled my little apartment quickly, and I fanned the flames as they spread. Of course, I’d already called 911 before the accident happened, and within seconds, I heard the sounds of sirens.
Fire Burning, Fire Burning
There was a bang from my front door, and I knew the firemen were bursting in to save me. I sunk to the floor and sprawled myself out as if I’d passed out, and solid and gloved hands scooped me up. I was pressed tightly to a broad chest, and I cracked one eye open. Just as I hoped, my exfriend’s lover was carrying me out of the house while his colleagues used the extinguisher under my sink to douse the flames.
I faked a cough and pulled myself into his chest. “It’s okay, Miss. I’ve got you.” He smiled down at me as he raced me out of the building and to the back of a waiting ambulance.
“My hero,” I gawked at him and swooned in his arms.
“Hey, hey, stay with me.” He searched my face for injuries, but I held my breath and waited. “Fuck,” the newbie laid me down on the ground and pressed his mouth to mine. Only before he could begin chest compressions, I laced my tongue between his lips, and my hands curled around the back of his neck. To my surprise, he kissed me back. Adrenaline is a hell of a thing. My tummy fluttered when he broke the kiss, and I smiled at him.
“How can I thank you?” His eyes wandered to my lingerie, and I knew I’d won.
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