Page 16 of Here With Me

“Eight.”

Heaving breaths release from my chest as I try to take hold of myself.

“Fuck, Noah. You came so hard. You’re shaking.” Fisher soothes his hands down my legs as if he knows I need comforting.

My heart hammers to the erratic sounds of my breathing, and even when I try to get it under control, I can’t. I’ve never been pushed toward the edge and pulled back like the way he did. By the time he let me fall, my body was so worked up, it’s taking everything in me to come back down.

Fisher spins me around and pulls me to his chest, wrapping his muscular arms around me. “Are ya okay?”

I chuckle at how silly this is. “Yeah. I think so.”

“You’ve never come like that before,” he says, but his tone isn’t judgmental. It’s filled with kindness and understanding.

“Not to that...extent. And not for a lack of trying.”

“I’m glad I got to give that to you.” He presses a kiss to my forehead like a tender lover. “Whoever you’ve been with in the past clearly didn’t provide what you needed.”

“You’ve ruined me for all other men now. I hope you’re happy.” My tone is firm but not serious. Though it’s true. No way will a guy my age have that level of skill.And have me counting the seconds during it.

“I won’t apologize for that.”

I laugh, but it dies off when he brings his mouth down on mine. “See how good you taste? You’re the one who’s ruinedmefor a lifetime.”

He kisses me again, and we’re lost in each other until sirens blast in the air, causing us to frantically break apart.

“Holy shit.” I gasp. “It’s security.”

Fisher quickly locks the door. Instinctively, I drop to the floor. He follows suit but then pulls me into his lap and wraps his arms around me. Although they aren’t legit police officers, they could still call us in for trespassing.

“Someone probably heard ya screamin’,” he whispers in my ear, and I fight the urge to laugh at the irony. “Probably thought someone was bein’ murdered out here instead of gettin’ their cunt devoured.”

He huffs when I elbow him in the gut.

“That’s not funny,” I whisper-hiss. “My parentswillmurder me if I have to call them after midnight to bail me out of jail.”

Considering the times I’venotended up in jail, you’d think they’d give me a pass for the one time I did, but I sincerely doubt it.

Luckily, the large window used for taking orders and serving food is closed, but the windshield is exposed. If the officer peeks through it, we’re doomed.

“Stay calm,” he tells me when I shiver in his arms. “I’m sure he’s just doin’ a routine check and will leave soon.”

“Then why did he turn on his sirens?” I keep my voice low.

“He probably heard somethin’ and thought it’d chase off whoever was out here,” he says.

My heart is about to beat right out of my chest, and then I won’t have to worry about getting caught because I’ll be dead.

The doorknob jiggling makes me jump, and Fisher covers my mouth.

He moves his lips against my ear. “Shh.”

This is it.

How I get a record and get sent to jail.

Breaking and entering private property and violating a million kitchen health codes.

At least I got a mind-blowing orgasm before I had to trade in my cowboy boots for an orange jumpsuit.