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He darts around the butcher’s block mouthing, “Silver Fox.”
I close my eyes and count to ten, hands clenching to fists, as I pant like a bull looking for a fight, needing to release the anger and lust burning me up on the inside.
“Calm down, Rog. She likes you. Why are you so pissed, man?”
“I’m not pissed. I’m fuckin’ horny you idiot.”
My hand swipes out knocking pans to the floor, they clang so loud my head pounds.
The doors swing open and she rushes in, my head swings her way, our eyes lock. I don’t look away but stare at her… hard. Telling her with my eyes what my hands and body are gonna do to hers. She swallows hard, the pulse in her neck beating so fast, I can see it from twenty feet away.
She brings a hand to her hair, nervously pushing a strand behind her ear, “Is everything okay in here?” She glances quickly between me and Federico who is grinning like a bastard at the fool I’m making outta myself.
I grunt, wrapping a kitchen towel around my knuckles. In an instant she’s right in front of me, cooing all sorts of nonsense. Her tiny hands unwrap the towel to inspect my cuts. My body trembles as I lower my head to inhale the fragrance of her hair. She leads me over to the sink and turns on the cold tap. “Get out,” I snap at Federico.
She bites her lip, dabbing my cut. Her pink tongue darts out to lick her lips and I snap, shutting off the sink and lifting her by the waist in one move. She gasps as her ass slams down on the counter. My hands spread her thighs for me to stand between, my rough hands cup her face gently. My fingers stroke her soft cheeks, I sigh, my breath falling on her face. “Dev,” I groan pressing my erection against the sweet apex of her thighs. I press my forehead to hers reveling in the friction and heat of her pressed tightly against me. “I’m gonna kiss you baby. Kiss you like the world is ending.”
Her lips part on a sigh, my hands cup her chin as my lips explore hers, softly, courting them. My lips grab hers, I pull her bottom lip, slip my tongue in a bit then back out. She scoots closer, wrapping her legs around my waist and throws her head back as my lips travel down the side of her neck and across her collarbone. She clutches the back of my head, my dick pulses, but I can’t take more than a kiss.
“Miss me, baby?”
“Just shut up and kiss me, Rog.”
My hands cup her face, her eyes close. I take a second to savor this moment, my mind taking a screenshot of her face in this moment before we dive deep and see where this thing goes.
This time, it’s a kiss.
Our lips meet, our bodies a frenzy of sighs and groans and roaming hands. My tongue strokes hers, it’s a sweet torment of twists and thrusts, sucks and nips of teeth. My heart slams against my ribcage. She’s makin’ me feel the kinds of shit women pay to watch on the big screen between actors. But this isn’t a script and I’m not acting. I’m falling fast for this girl and for the first time in years—I let my control slip and give in to the fall.
Damn the man knows how to kiss. He didn’t dive straight into it. He took his time savoring the taste of me. His giant hands cupped my face like it was made of china and his eyes burned into mine with that light blue flamed gaze of his that haunts my dreams as he groaned my name—as if just saying it aloud was a release.
I raise a hand to my lips swollen from his kisses. My thighs rub together sticky and swollen, remembering the feel of him pressed up there.
My hands shake as I straighten my clothing and fix my hair. I moan, in agony not knowing how in the hell I’m gonna work my double shift with wet panties and eyes with stars in them that he put there.
We must’ve kissed for at least ten minutes before his cell rang and we reluctantly broke apart. He whispered, “Later baby,” pressed a lingering kiss on my mouth as his hand dropped from my face and he walked out, presumably to his office.
He was just as affected as I am. I grin, at least there’s that. We’re both miserable and horny. We lit a fire that can only go out one way.
Checking my reflection in the mirror for any lingering evidence that I just made-out with the boss, I tidy up. But there’s nothing I can do about the red flush staining my cheeks or the sheen of desire in my eyes.
My underpants are soaked. The wetness uncomfortable. Entering a stall, I wipe myself up and slide my thong down throwing it the trash.
“Hell,” I moan walking out feeling the seam of my shorts rub against my bare clit with every step I take.
The door to Roger’s office opens at the same time I walk out of the restroom. Our eyes meet in the dim hall. I slow, biting my lip. He growls and barrels forward. He’s on me in an instant, pinning my arms over my head and backing me up against the rough wood paneling.
“We got interrupted before, love,” he rasps seconds before claiming my mouth in a kiss full of passion and promise.
“Rog,” I answer in between breaths.
He pulls back searching my eyes, grabs my hand in his, and leads me into his office. The door shuts behind us with a firm click.
He rakes a hand through his hair and smooths his beard, staring at me like I’m his next meal.
“I-I’m sorry for being all over you like that,” he sighs placing his hands in his pockets and walking behind his desk. Putting it between us like an obstacle. Lord knows we need it, if we’re going to talk not touch.
“In case you couldn’t tell—I liked it.”