“They seemed in a hurry. I told them I could manage.”
“They’re always in a hurry,” I mutter more to myself than him. “I can get it from here. You can go back to bed.”
“I’m already awake. I might as well help. I’ll take coffee though, if you’re offering.” He slides by with another box and sets it on the shelf in the walk-in cooler.
“I wasn’t offering. Seriously, I can take care of the rest.”Does he really think sleeping with him means I want him up in my space?
He pauses in the door and leans against the frame, eyes trailing over my body in a way that would be lewd if I didn’t secretly enjoy it. “I didn’t get the workout I planned on this morning, so I might as well work off the tension lifting boxes. Unless you want to surprise me.”
“Pig.” It takes every ounce of strength I possess not to crack a smile.Dammit,why can’t I stay mad at this guy?
“Only for you.” He gives me a sly wink and shoves off the wall to get another box.
We work silently for a bit, passing each other in the hall as we move produce into the cold storage. When the last box is shelved, he turns to me and wipes his forearm across his glistening brow. “So, you close at night and open in the morning. Is that a normal shift?”
“It is if you own the place.” If he’s surprised to learn that he doesn’t show it.
“When do you relax?”
“I don’t.”
“No wonder you slept through your alarm.” He studies me almost thoughtfully. “You were overdue.”
“Overdue for what? And youletme sleep through my alarm?” Just when I think he’s not so bad he smacks me back to reality.
“There’s no better sleeping pill than a good orgasm—” he ignores my anger “—and you had several, if I remember right.”
“Are youseriously claiming you’re that good in bed?”
He grabs my wrist and pulls me to him, wrapping an arm around my waist. By some unspoken agreement we haven’t kissed, and he makes no move to do that now—thank God—even though his lips are close enough to close the distance.
“I’m claimingwe’rethat good in bed.Together. Tell me you don’t feel incredible after last night, and we didn’t even get to the good stuff, which will be explosive.”
“Fine, I feel incredible.” I push at his chest. “Can we get back to work? I’ve got a big project I’m starting on, and I’ve got to get through inventory first.”
“No way.” He presses against me, forcing me to walk backwards so I’m trapped between his firm body and the wall. “I figure you’re ahead of schedule since I’m here, so you can afford to take a break.”
Despite my best efforts my libido starts to wake up, and I tilt my hips forward to meet his. The firm ridge of his dick rubs against mine, and I moan before I can stop it.
“That’s what I thought.” He pulls back just enough to reach into his pants, adjusting himself so the tip of his cock peeks out the waistband of his shorts. Then he palms my ass and lifts me up, guiding my legs around his waist. “Gotta improvise since we’re on the clock, but I bet if you grind that cock against mine that’ll hold us over until tonight.” He rocks his hips forward, hitting me just right.
Bracing my back against the wall, I push my pelvis forward and gyrate against him. He stares down at where we’d be joined, using his hands to pull me rhythmically against him. “I’m dying to see your ass swallow me, but damn if this isn’t hot, too,” he groans as he thrusts, seemingly mesmerized by the sight of our bulges pressing against our pants, bodies crashing together.
It shouldn’t feel as good as it does, but between the friction on my cock and the fact my body is craving more than just the blowjobs we engaged in last night, I’m too primed to hold back.
The closer we get to the edge the faster we move, until finally he slams against me and presses me into the wall, the tiny beat of his hips against mine evidence of him trying to wring the most out of his release. The friction on my dick sends me falling after him, my grunts echoing throughout the steel walls.
“Fuck, Lennon. I haven’t come in my pants since I was a horny teenager. I forgot how hot that is.”
“You think it’s hot?” I pant as he releases my legs and lifts his shirt to swipe his hand through the cum glistening on his stomach.Now that’s hot.
“Yeah, wearing what you pulled out of me is hot. I might not wash it off so it’s still there when you come over tonight.” He licks his lips suggestively.
“Who said I was coming over tonight?” I straighten the shirt that got rumpled during our little tryst. The man may set me on fire, but I hate the way he assumes I’ll jump at the chance to hold his dick again.
“Are you telling me that’s not an overnight bag?” He points to the backpack I dropped in the hallway outside my office, which happens to be right next to the cooler.
“It’s a backpack. It holds papers,” I dismiss, pretending it’s not limp with the noticeable absence of anything resembling paperwork.
