Page 63 of Accidental Blind Date

A knock on the door behind me makes me jump and I flip around to peek through the glass.

Or...maybe not.

I unlock the door again and open it.

“What are you doing here? And don’t you have a key?” I ask.

“Well, you see…” he starts as he walks inside and closes the door behind himself. “I seem to have misplaced it.”

His keys are on a ring, hooked to his slacks. A fob for his Mercedes and…a shop key. I jingle them and raise my eyebrows at him. “Found it,”

“Oh. Guess I came here for nothing then it seems,” he says, taking a step closer.

I take a step back, a smile crawling across my face. “Seems so, yes.”

His voice is low enough to scratch across my nerves, making all the hairs on my arms and neck stand up.

“What about the girls?” I ask and we tango slowly through the shop.

“We went to Jenna’s for dinner tonight. And the girls started a movie and then fell asleep, and Jenna said it was too late to move them and now…I find myself alone. Unless…you don’t want to be alone either?”

“Hmm,” I smile and lean back against the counter.

“I take that as a yes.” Dax stops right in front of me, his body pressing warmly against mine.

“Yes you think I want to be alone or yes you should stay?”

Dax’s mouth hovers closer to mine and I tip my chin up to invite the kiss. But before it can happen, he pulls back. A teasing smile quirks the corners of his lips. “You decide.”

With that, I grab his shirt by the chest and yank him to me. Our mouths crash hard enough to hurt, making us both laugh but we don’t stop. After that, it’s all hands, pulling at shirts, tugging at belt buckles, lifting skirts. He picks me up, his hands firmly gripping my thighs and our mouths meet again, tongues reuniting like they’ve missed each other in the whole five seconds they were apart.

“I want you,” I say, running my hands through his blonde hair, igniting his scent. It’s spicy, salty, and warm. Cinnamon. He smells like cinnamon.

“Don’t worry, honey. You’re going to have me.”

We round to the backside of the counter, away from street view just in case anyone happens to be walking by the shop. Then he lays me on my back on the hardwood floor. Neither of us care. The floor isn’t the only thing that’s hard. And in a minute, it’s going to be wet. So, very, wet.

“Hurry up,” I say, my legs spread, my fingers playing with myself to offer some kind of relief as I wait for him to pull himself from his pants.

“You’re so eager,” he growls with a grin.

“Yeah well it’s not every day a hot guy walks in my shop while I’m doing inventory.”

Dax crawls on top of me, kissing me again. His hard, warm cock presses against the length of me and I gasp as it shoots a thousand hot pulsing sensations through my nerves. Just from the pressure.

“Yeah well it’s not every day you get to work with a sexy bookseller. And speaking of inventory, I plan to do a little of my own.”

Dax reaches down and slips his fingers inside my panties. His fingers find my clit, toying with it for a few agonizing moments before moving downward. With a coy smile, he slips his middle finger inside me, and I gasp. His hands are softer than I’mused to. He’s a white-collar guy. But they are man hands, proportionate to his chiseled, six-foot-something frame. Not to mention the other area that is also very…proportionate.

“Fuck,” I let out as his finger swirls inside me, finding all the nerve endings and awakening in me an aching that has been there for so very long.

“You like that?” he asks as he toys with the most sensitive parts of me.

“I do,” I nod. “Fuck, you’re so hot, Dax.”

A raspy growl escapes his throat. “God, I love when you say my name. And you know what else I like? When you come for me.”

Dax pumps his finger in and out of me and I cry out, covering my mouth for a moment until I realize– we are alone. No one can hear us. No one knows we are here. So, I press my hands to the hard wood floor all the while my eyes locked on his hard wood in front of me. And I’m not the only one dripping.