With a shrug, she headed for the registers. Parker had to add a second one when the idea of the food delivery services had taken off. Liam followed her, taking both cash boxes to the office.
Within half an hour, they had counted the cash, set up the credit card run, and filled out the reports. Liam closed the cash in the large safe. He caught Chiara yawning as she leaned against the desk.
“Sorry,” she said when she saw him studying her. “Someone’s been keeping me up at night.”
He couldn’t help but grin. Yeah, he had.
“Ahh, that’s such a sad story,” he said with a smirk. “You lay here and relax for a minute.” Taking her hand, he gently eased her onto the couch. Walking over to the door, he turned off the light and opened the door just enough to get the glow from the bar. “Now, let me see what I can do to help you relax.”
Kneeling on the floor next to the couch, he slowly unbuttoned the tight flannel shirt she had worn tonight, until the pieces fell to the side. He had watched her work the bar dressed like a sexy lumberjack, wondering if he could die from a continual erection.
Her eyes were closed as he ran his hand lightly up her stomach. Pulling the black lace under the breast nearest to him, he sucked her dusty nipple into his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue until she moaned his name. Moving to the other side, he pulled the lace down again. He nipped at her taut nipple with his teeth, making her arch toward him.
He kissed his way up her body. She wrapped her fingers in his hair and pulled him to her mouth. His tongue explored as he tasted the mixture of soda and mints she always popped during work. But that wasn’t the only part of her he needed to taste.
Easing her hands out of his hair, he placed a kiss on the inside of each wrist before laying her arms over the end of the couch. He felt his need skyrocket as he worked back down her body licking and kissing every ounce of skin he could reach.
He slid her boots off and popped the button open on her jeans. They were deposited on the floor. His shirt, along with her panties, quickly joined the growing pile of clothes. Sliding onto the couch between her legs, Liam wrapped his long arms under her hips.
“Oh god, Liam,” Chi moaned as he roamed through her folds.
Her hands went back into his hair, holding on like she was afraid of flying away. Except, that was exactly his intention, to make her fly.
He slid his tongue into her heat, using his thumb to rub slow circles on the tight nub. He used his long fingers to find the spot deep inside her that drove her almost mad. Flattening his tongue, he worked her clit until he heard her moan out his name.
He wrang every ounce of her orgasm from her before sitting up. He tossed a condom from his back pocket on the floor where he could reach it. Her hands went back into his hair as he lay down on top of her, his cock against her wet pussy. He couldn’t stop a growl as he slid his tongue inside her mouth. Her essence was an intoxicating mixture he knew deep inside now belonged to him.
“Mine,” he growled as he ground his hips against hers. He needed to get rid of the underwear separating them before he exploded. With one more thrust, he started to push off her when he froze.
“Was that someone opening the back door?” Chiara whispered.
They sat perfectly still, listening.
“Fuck, Liam. Get off,” she whispered in a panic. She shoved him onto the floor at the sound of the outside door opening.
They scrambled madly, trying to identify whose clothes went with whom. Liam managed to get his jeans back over his raging hard-on and jerk his T-shirt over his head.
“Where are my panties?”
“Shit,” he whispered, looking around.
With a shrug, Chiara slid her jeans up her legs, then leaned over, shaking her breasts into her bra. Spotting her panties under the desk, Liam grabbed them and shoved them into his pocket.
“Liam, you down here? Chiara’s car is still parked in back,” Parker called out.
Placing one hand on the desk, Liam vaulted over it, landing in the chair. He knew there was no way in hell he could ever do that again, even if someone paid him. Chiara was still buttoning up her shirt and had given up making it into her boots.
“Yeah, I was just finishing up,” he answered. “Condom,” he whispered, pointing at the foil packet next to the couch.
Chiara managed to flick it farther under the couch just as Parker walked inside carrying Sean.
“Why are you sitting in the dark?” Parker asked.
“I have the lamp on. Chiara had a headache, so she was resting while I finished.” Thank God he had thought to jerk the cord for the old banker's lamp his dad had picked up somewhere years ago. “Why are you back?”
“Brendan puked all over his sleeping bag and Max, so we had to pick him up,” Parker said while watching Chiara recline on the couch. “Did either of you eat tonight?” he asked, studying her.
“Well I did recently,” Liam answered with a smirk, watching as Chi fought to keep her face schooled into something serious. “It was crazy busy, though, so we took our breaks early. She probably hasn’t had anything for at least six or so hours ago,”
