Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
The seed has been planted, and now it’s growing. As if from sheer will and want, it’s branching out beyond a thought. It has bloomed into action.
I slide my hand out from under the Tequila Sunrise sitting in front of me.
No one has to know.
No strings attached.
Sex for no other reason than to feel good.
We’d walk away with our loads lightened. Literally and figuratively.
“I appreciate the offer, but I’m working.” I’m not lying, I do appreciate the offer, but I am working. And saving my break time for Virginia.
“You sure. I could really use the company.”
Under any other circumstances, I’d take her into the back without hesitation.
Curves to kill. Blond hair pulled back into a ponytail begging to be pulled harder.
Lips that had to be injected they were so full—ready to lick.
Ready to suck. Fuck. She’s a flight attendant on a layover, for Christ’s sake.
“I’m sure, but I’ll buy your drink.” It was the least I could do.
“Thank you, but I would have preferred a good time. Maybe next time I’m in town.”
“Stop by.”
I watch as she walks to the door and disappears into the night—lonely and horny. “Fuck.”
Eddie asks, “What’s up?”
“Did you see the blonde?”
“Couldn’t miss her. Gorgeous.”
“I just turned her down.”
“Are you sick? Not feeling well?”
“I’m starting to wonder that myself.”
He says, “More importantly, why didn’t you introduce me?”
“Because she wanted a man, not a boy.”
“Speaking of, how’s the de-virgining going? Or would it be un-virgining?”
“Romeo has a big fucking mouth.”
Eddie is laughing too hard to notice I’m not. He finally says, “I think he was in too much shock to keep it to himself. None of us has ever seen you have genuine feelings for a woman. He needed to talk to someone.”
Another eye roll hits. “Who’d you tell?”
“Me?” he asks all innocently. “Only Clive.”
Closing my eyes, I shake my head. “Fuck, now everyone will know.”
“He said he’d keep it on the down low. About down lows, does she?”
I send him a harsh glare. When I don’t respond, he keeps chattering, and I wonder if he’d keep going even if I wasn’t here.
Eddie’s the most personable bartender here.
The ladies love him because he charms them with stories, keeping them entertained and laughing.
He rakes in the tips and I rake in the money.
Laughter is like an aphrodisiac. The guy scores almost as much as Romeo.
“The floor behind the bar needs mopping. Keep rattling on like that and you’ll have yourself a new job.”
He’s still laughing as he starts cutting limes. I head to the office to pass time until Virginia shows up, annoyed with these guys.
***
Not sure how long I’m in the back balancing the books, but when I hear a knock, I look up surprised by the sound. “Come in.”
I’m greeted with green eyes and long hair, jeans and sneakers under a navy blue puffy coat that hides her figure.
I decide to greet her a little differently, taking full advantage of our arrangement.
Meeting her just inside the door, I shut it and lean over.
Lifting her chin, I kiss her without reservation, just the way I’ve wanted to kiss her since that first night.
When I pull back, her eyes are closed, her hands on my chest, and she leans her forehead against me. “What was that for?”“Lesson two.” I lie, something I’m becoming too good at when I’m around her.
Leaning against the door, she smiles. “I think I’m going to like lesson two.”
“I’ve got thirty minutes.”
Her arms go around my neck. “Let’s not waste a second.” She lifts up and presses her lips to mine.
Angling my head, I capture her lips more fully with mine, parting them just enough to get a taste of her forbidden heaven.
After she told me she had a crush on that asshole, I didn’t think I’d get this chance again.
It’s crazy that I do, so like she said, I’m not going to waste a second.
Weaving my hands into her hair, I hold her to me as our mouths part, need and instinct trumping slow and steady.
My body presses against hers and she moves against mine.
Hands find my middle and tighten. A soft, kitten like moan is swallowed when it transfers from her to me.
I tilt her head to the side and my mouth trails over her cheek, jaw, and then lower to her neck.
But the hood of her coat blocks the access I need.
Pulling away, my breath comes hard, hers matching mine as we stare into each other’s eyes. I say, “I want your coat off.”
Snaps fly open before I finish my demand. I take the zipper pull under her chin and drag it slowly down over her chest, letting my knuckles graze her chest. Her T-shirt is soft and no barrier is felt. Shit. I look down quickly, holding her coat open at the top. “Are you wearing a bra?”
Her tongue slips out, wetting her lips. Holy fuck. Kissing. Lesson two is kissing. Only kissing. “Nope.”
That damn pop of the P drives me wild. I cup her face and am about to devour her delicious lips, but stop just when ours meet. “You’re a damn temptress, but so damn innocent at the same time. How are you so perfect?” Unicorn.
Giggling, her body shakes, her eyes are alight, all the stars in the night sky caught inside.
“I think I could argue that perfect part.” When I have a hold of my hormones, I release her and stand back, giving her room to breathe.
Her mouth twists and then she says, “I think a few past boyfriends could argue that as well.”
With her coat open, she lets it slide down her arms. I hang it on the coat rack and watch as she sits on the loveseat. I’d follow her but I need Big Richard to calm down a bit.
Kissing. Only kissing.
Moving to my desk, I sit in the chair in front of it, keeping a safe distance from her tempting nips. I mean lips. “This is gonna be harder than I thought.”
“I think it already is,” she replies, glancing to my lap.
“Just ignore him.”
“Him?” She sits up excitedly, leaning closer. “Tell me about him. Does he have a name?”
Fuck. “Stop staring. He loves the attention. He’ll never calm down if you keep looking at him with your lips parted like that.”
When her gaze lifts to mine, she smirks. Smirks. Stolen right from my playbook kind of smirk. She has some nerve throwing it back at me. She’s a quick learner. I need to remember that. Sexpot.
Dragging her finger over her bottom lip, it pouts out just a little before she asks, “Like this? Does he like lips parted like this?” Sucking the tip of her finger into her mouth, she pulls it out. “Or like that? Which does he prefer?”
I stand abruptly and walk to the door. Opening the door, I say, “I’ll be right back.
” The door is shut behind me, my back against it as I settle my racing heart and hard-on.
I need a drink. “Enchantress with her tempting kisses and eager eyes,” I mumble as I walk.
Whiskey. My target is in sight. I grab a glass, flip it on the bar and it lands bottom side down.
I reach for the Jack Daniels and flip the bottle in the air, catching it by the neck and turning it down to fill my glass.
“Everything okay, boss?” Eddie asks.
“Nope.” I mimic Virginia’s answer from a few minutes earlier. I don’t pop the P because that would be girly. I do down the whiskey before refilling it though. “Can you bring a Paloma to the office?”
“No problem.” I walk off, but he calls out, “Hey.” I turn back. “She’s hot. You might want to take the bottle.”
“You’re right.” I grab hold of it.
“Want me to inventory that bottle?”
“Sure do.”
“On it.”
Cutting across the room, I push open the back door and wait for it.
I take a deep breath and exhale before opening the office door.
Virginia stands, her fingertips tucked into her pockets.
“Everything okay?” she asks nervously. My insides ache just looking at her.
So damn beautiful. “Does my kissing suck?”
“Fuck.” I down the shot.
“Hardy?”
I rush forward, setting the bottle down along the way.
Taking hold of her, I kiss her hard, wanting her to realize her kisses are the opposite of sucking, and as someone who is a good judge of a woman’s sucking, I’d know.
Then she does that little moan again and my hands slide up her ribs and I cup her breasts.
Her head falls back, and exhales, “Yes. God, yes.”
“Hardy. Say it.”
“Hardy. Yes, Hardy. It feels so good with your hands on me.”
Rubbing my thumb over her nipples, the cotton between us too thin to hide the pebbling.
Her neck is delicate and waiting for my mouth, which I’m more than happy to tend to.
Starting at the curve of her shoulder, I lick her sweet, vanilla skin to her ear.
Just as I take her earlobe between my teeth, a knock on the office door intrudes.
My body tenses just as I was starting to relax. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be right here waiting for you.”
I want to kick whoever’s ass it is for making me leave her like this. My dick is throbbing and answering the damn door isn’t going to help my situation. I swing it open. “What?”
Eddie’s standing there holding a drink. “Your Paloma.”
Oh. “Shit,” I start apologetically. “Sorry. Thanks.”
“It’s okay.” His eyes drift over my shoulder and an eyebrow lifts. “Let us know if you need anything else.”
“I’m good. We’re good.” I’m talking way too fast. His attention turns to me, his forehead crinkled like he’s interacting with a crazy person. I slow down, pretending I’m not horny as fuck or nervous around this woman behind me. Shrugging, I say, “Thanks for the drink.”
“Anyti—”I slam the door closed and lock it. When I turn back, I go to her. “I ordered a drink for you.”
I’m thanked with a smile before the words leave her mouth. Sultry. Salty-sweet lips. I want my mouth against hers again, staring at it when she says, “Thank you. That was nice.”
There is absolutely nothing nice about my thoughts while watching her lips wrap around that straw and suck. “Fuck me.”