He rubs a large hand over his face. “Okay, what if I go by your place and get you something?”
I pause in the act of pulling my boots on. “You want me to let a stranger wander around my place?”
“You put my cock in your mouth last night, you don’t trust me in your place?” He arches a thick brow, daring me to retort.
I shoot him another scathing look. “No, I don't—I'd have no underwear left.”
He shakes his head with an audible sigh. “What if I go to the restaurant and meet the food people? I’ll hang out until you get there.”
Out of several horrible options, that one seems the least offensive. I’ve used the same delivery guys for years, so they don’t need me there to supervise. Plus, they’ll let me know if Mr. Playboy does anything he shouldn’t. I don’t love the idea of giving him the keys to my baby, but I like that more than letting him roam around my place, searching through my drawers.
“I suppose that’s okay. I’ll drop you by the loading dock and meet you back there after I clean up.”
“Deal, as long as you pack an overnight bag for tonight.” Before I can object he flings the bedding off, giving me a brief glimpse of the stiff cock I find myself wanting against my better judgment, and pulls on a pair of shorts. Snatching up a T-shirt he turns to face me. “Let’s go.”
***
At home, I take the world’s fastest shower, give my face a quick shave, and change into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt with the Murphy’s logo on it.
Halfway to the door, I backtrack and grab a bag, stuffing a few toiletries and a change of clothes inside. I have no intention of spending the night again, but I don’t need to smell like the restaurant when I get to his place. And let’s be real—I didn’t get as much of that gorgeous cock as I would’ve liked—and while I won’t just fall into his bed because he asks, I’ll end up there for another round. How could I not?
Playboy was both rough and gentle, something I didn’t realize appealed to me until it happened. And his mouth…God, that mouth!I’ll never admit it, but he’s right about the dirty talk turning me on. That’s one thing I’ve always enjoyed about my infrequent affairs; sex with a stranger is somehow less inhibited, more vocal, and filthy talk does get me going.
So yeah, since he’s not a permanent fixture, there’s little harm in indulging for another night before going back to my regular routine; my own hand, and double A batteries or a Fleshlight, depending on my mood. With any luck the pleasure he gives me will keep me satisfied until the next time I need a man-made release.
Parking behind the restaurant, I head to the loading dock only to find the delivery truck already gone. There’s a stack of boxes sitting out in the open.Dammit, I knew he couldn’t be trusted.Thank God mountain mornings are cool, or he would have shot my entire day by ruining the food.
I climb the stairs and barrel inside, hoping the idiot hasn’t helped himself to the bar, only to run smack into a firm, unrelenting chest.
“Whoa, slow down, Lennon.” My jaw drops open at the use of my name. “You’re lucky I set the box down or we’d be chasing avocados all over the damn place.” He puts his hands on my arms and pushesme back a step, careful to make sure I’ve got my balance before he lets go.
“How do you know my name?” I’d deliberately withheld it to keep things casual.
“Delivery guys mentioned it.”
“And what did youmentionabout why you’re here?” I never thought to give him a cover story.
“Don’t worry, your virtue is intact,” he snorts. “I told them you had a stomach bug and called me to open up for you.”
“They didn’t question who you were?” I narrow my gaze, unsure whether to trust him.
“Not since I had the keys to open the door, no. What about you?”
“What about me?” I cross my arms in front of my chest.
“Aren’t you going to question who I am?” His tongue wets his upper lip as he gives me a once over.
“Your credit card said Axel.” I’d been hoping not to admit that I know his name, but the prospect of surprising him is too tempting.
He steps towards me, crowding me against the wall.Don’t kiss me, don’t kiss me, don’t kiss me.
“You knew my name and didn’t scream it when you came?” He toys with the hair at the nape of my neck and leans forward to whisper in my ear. “We’ll have to fix that tonight… Excuse me.” His fingers fall away as he slips past me to pick up another box.
I breathe a sigh of relief. Kissing means feelings, and I definitely don’t have those. Nor do I want them. But as I’m saying a silentthank youhis words register. “You’re stocking the cooler?” I can’t keep the shock out of my voice.
“Delivery guys said the stuff has to stay cold.”
“That’s why they usually put it in the cooler. Why is it sitting outside?” I chase after him, trying to head him off.
