11. Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
Beckett
I t’s only been a few days, yet seeing her now takes my breath away.
Trying for casual, especially after I notice she is helping a customer, I begin to peruse the shelves. When I chose the shelf at random, I didn’t realize I was in the paranormal romance section. Not that I have any problems with the genre; it’s just that the few times I allow myself the luxury of just reading for pleasure, I prefer the really obscure stuff you tend to get from sci-fi.
Maybe because it’s basically the polar opposite of the deeply emotional and dramatic smutty romances I spend my days writing?
I have no idea. But most of what is here, I have already read. Nothing really new jumps out at me and screams, ‘ buy me ’. However, that could also be due to the pair of beautiful eyes that I keep catching out of the corner of my vision, raking down my body.
My hair stands on end as goosebumps radiate down the side facing her. My dick is rock hard, and I honestly don’t care if it’s noticeable. My aunt already left for the night and asked me to lock up. Apparently, she had a ‘hot date,’ and she knew I would be here at closing to pick up Lola for dinner. I might have mentioned it to her yesterday when I called to casually ask about her new employee’s working hours this week. The ding on the cash register lets me know that Lola is finishing up with the last customer.
I continue to scan the shelf as I wait for her, and my eyes catch on a graphic novel I have enjoyed while periodically killing time on my phone. I hadn’t realized they printed it. Ok, now this I am going to need to get. If for no other reason than as a trophy of my enjoyment. I see the next two volumes beside it and grab those as well. When I turn to head to the counter with my sudden splurge, Lola barrels into me, nearly knocking the wind out of me, and pins me against a shelf.
If there was ever a time in my life that I truly felt desired, this would be it. The passion in Lola’s eyes as she presses her body firmly against mine is like fire. And damn, did I relish the burn.
I open my mouth to say something—anything—to keep us trapped in this moment when my queen captures my face in her hands and pulls my lips to hers. Her kiss devours me, and she pours every inch of herself into the act. I am not completely sure what I have done to earn this seemingly random act of affection, but I suddenly find myself wanting to do it again. And again. Every day. For eternity.
The longevity of my words sinks in, and I instinctively pull back, using the books as a barrier and clutching them to my chest. When I notice the hurt from my retreat, I quickly jump in to smooth things over.
“My word! Is that any way to treat a customer, madam? I’m just an innocent little reader.” I clutch the books to my chest to exaggerate my shock, and Lola lets out a bark of laughter.
She leans in and trails her finger down my chest, only stopping when she reaches the waistband of my pants. “It’s a very special way I greet only the sexiest of customers.”
The deep purr in her voice has me gulping audibly. My skin is on fire, and the bookstore becomes instantly too hot. I want to be naked. I want her naked.
My mouth opens before I can catch it, and my words escape in a whisper. “I want to worship every inch of your flesh.” The ringing in my ears subsides just enough for me to catch what I’ve said, but before I can backtrack, Lola presses her body against mine, and her pupils dilate.
“What are you waiting for?”
What am I waiting for? An invitation, perhaps? But then, her question alone seems to have satisfied that. My body takes on the switch from sub to dom, and in a blink, my queen is pinned against the bookshelf as my hands roam her body and my lips feast on hers. My books lay scattered on the floor behind us, but at this moment, I don’t care. Her taste consumes me until our passionate kisses turn into feral nips and bites as I ground my body against hers. She pulls back, panting heavily, and looks through her lashes at me.
“The thought of you fucking me against books is so enticing, but I think I would rather have a bed and no cameras.”
Cameras? Oh fuck!
My eyes widen as that realization washes over me, and I jump back so fast I accidentally drop Lola right on her ass. When she hits the ground, she cringes but starts laughing. “Forgot about the security cameras, huh?”
I rub the back of my neck and try to hide my blush a bit. “Yeah, I don’t think Aunt Fiona wants to watch me fucking the girl of my dreams in her books store.” Lola blushes and ducks to hide her face as well. I wonder if it was the admission of what she means to me, the mention of sex, or the compliment that has her feeling slightly uncomfortable. That is definitely something I will want to explore later.
“I would love to continue...” the words elude me as I gesture to the shelves I just had her pinned against, “all of that and more. So maybe we can finish up here, grab a bite to eat, and see where things go from there?”
She nods her head and reaches her hand out towards me. I help her stand before collecting my books from the floor and moving to the cash register.
“Will it just be these for you today, Sir?” I smirk and nod as I pull out my credit card. “I couldn’t entice you to read something a little spicier? Perhaps you would enjoy something by... Becky Lovegood?” My thoughts freeze as I slowly turn my attention to Lola. Her soft smile takes a maniacal twist as pure glee fills her eyes.
“I fucking knew it!” Her expression perfectly portrays that old saying of the cat who ate the canary. There is no talking her down from this, either.
Well shit…