He let out a strained laugh. “That’ll do it.”
John lifted me onto his hip, reminding me just how large his hands were as he cupped every curve of me.
“The first time I saw you in that bikini, Nora—good lord.” John’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I was hard for you instantly.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” I said, but sucked in a breath when his teeth grazed the underside of my breast.
If anyone had told me six months ago that I’d be making out with John freakin' Kater in Dad’s store, I’d have changed my name and left the country. Never in a million years did I think this would feel so…Bowie help me.
John had freed me from my jeans. When we joined, he hit that spot again. A place I thought was rooted in gossip and fairy tales. Sex with him felt like sex people wrote about, not what you experience in real life. John Kater really fucking knew what he was doing.
My back arched, and I grasped the back of the sofa. “Fuck,” I said, burying my hands in his hair, pulling him closer—if that was even possible. I bit into his shoulder when his body pressed all the air out of my lungs. He grunted as my teeth left marks, repaying me by leaving bites along my collarbone. I watched as his stomach muscles contracted with every push.
Ignoring the complaints of the vintage sofa beneath us, our fingers intertwined and foreheads touched. His arms began to tremble. I pushed against him, meeting him halfway, deepening the sensation. He slid a hand between us to circle my spot as our kisses got more frantic, words slurring. Just then?—
The bottom gave out. We tumbled, still connected, to the floor. I caught my breath, laughing and panting at the same time, as I beheld the remnants of what used to be my favorite spot in the store.
“That’s a first,” John said, still gasping on top of me.
Laughter rushed through me. “Your penis broke my sofa.” I cried tears, gasping for air as wave after wave of silly giggles shook me.
John’s hands framed my face, and he was grinning too. “I need that as an inscription on my headstone.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
There has been a werewolf attack.
A buttered muffin has priority over dress rehearsals.
It’s show your tits at work day.
“Nora?”
I heard the jingle of keys before I cracked an eye open. Blinking up at a ceiling that wasn’t my apartment but still very familiar.
“Nora, are you in? The door is unlocked.”
Something shifted next to me. Not something—someone. John’s brow furrowed. My gaze dropped down to our still-naked bodies, just as I caught sight of the bleach-blonde locks of my best friend from where I currently lay behind the counter.
“What happened to the sofa?” He bent out of sight. “What in the debauchery?—?”
“Otis,” I said, straightening to stand and hiding my boobs behind my hands.
My best friend froze mid-scrutiny over the mostly empty whiskey bottle clutched in his hands. His steely eyes sharpened, and his mouth hung slack. Then he popped his hand on his hip. “I wasn’t aware it wasshow your tits at work day. I would’ve brought the body glitter.”
“I can explain.” My eyes shifted to the sofa, wincing. “I think.”
John took that moment to blink awake beneath me. “That’s a sight I could get used to.” He looked up at me, from where I stood, buck naked, all my good parts on full display.
Otis’s eyes became the size of flying saucers. He stood on his tiptoes to get a better look. “Oh, we’re having a visitor, are we? That explains the shreds of clothing strewn around the place. One would think there’d been a werewolf attack.” He lifted my panties from the floor with one finger.
I snatched them out of his hand just as John decided to give Otis an eyeful.
“Morning,” John said with a sheepish grin. Inky curls stood up in every direction. His chest was bare, save for a few red scratch marks. Something suspiciously looking like a hickey started to bruise on his collarbone. The rest was thankfully covered by the cash counter.
Otis ogled without shame, which made me feel oddly territorial. “I’m pleased to see Nora is taking her customer service a little more seriously.” He wiggled his brows. “Why don’t I get you beauties some coffee and let you cover up your naughty bits?”
“Excellent idea. Remind me to give you a pay raise.”
