“I love you, Jaxon.”
“I love you too. I’m glad I got to hear your voice.”
“Where are you? I hear beeping, and not the hospital type.”
“The grocery store.”
“And you told me you loved me in public? Oh, I’m glad to see I raised you right.”
“A man tells his loved ones that he loves them. He doesn’t waste time.”
I do a double take when I notice milk chocolate hair kissed by the sun the next aisle over and smirk.
“You’ve seen a lot of people come and go that wasted time on things that didn’t matter. I’m glad you learned it early. I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Give Dad my love too. Gotta go. Bye, Mom.”
I click the button and contemplate my next move. She’s got an eye on wine. Must’ve been a long day at school. Holly stretches her head to the side, rubbing her pretty neck as she browses her choices. I walk quietly along the opposite side of the aisle, just taking in the scenery. Her locks brush back, traipsing down her spine, and I ache to reach out and run my fingers through them. Her hair looks so touchably soft. I imagine pulling it into my fist and running my lips along the side of her throat. I imagine a breathy little sigh escaping her lips and goosebumps skittering along her skin again.Mmmm, you’ve got it bad.She has earbuds in, completely oblivious to my presence. I wonder what she’s listening to. Music? Or is she one of those girls who can waltz through a store with the filthiest smut in her ear and not break out in a flush a single time? I have to know.
I step up behind her and reach to grab a bottle of red moscato she keeps eyeing. She startles. Her tits bounce and strain against the sunshine yellow blouse she’s wearing.Yum.
“I’d say, for as long as you’ve been debating over this bottle of red or the white, that that is either a really good song or book you’re listening to, or it’s been such a long day that you need both.”
“Oh my gosh! You scared me. Don’t you know better than to sneak up on people?” She pulls out a bud, tapping the pause button on her app.The Never List.Not music.Hmmm. I let my smile stretch slow and wide. I like how she watches.
“Good book?”
“Yes.”
“What’s it about?”
Holly purses her lips, flushing the tiniest bit of pink. I must’ve interrupted something juicy. I hold out my hand for her earbud.
“May I? I’m curious.”
“I don’t think you’ll like it. It’sromantasy.”
“Hmm, it has smut in it,” I declare more than ask. I move my fingers in the universal ‘gimme’ motion. She smirks back.
“Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.”
A deep rumble of amusement bubbles from my throat as I insert the bud into my ear. Her brow cocks, and my dick twitches.
“As you wish.”
The narration fills my ears, and I listen for a whole five seconds before my jaw drops. I lean my forearm against the shelf and let the smut smut for several minutes. I’ve all but cleared my throat, pulled at my shirt collar, and discreetly shifted my legs to mask the wood I really don’t want anyone else to see. The other bud is in her ear, so she is hearing exactly what I’m hearing, and, fuck me, that’s hot. She bites her lip and pulls the bottle of red wine from my hands, depositing it into her basket with a straight face. I grab the white and hand it over to her nonchalantly. She’s thirsty.
“How? He did what with his shadows?” I pull the bud from my ear and reluctantly hand it back to her. She snickers. “I came in on the middle of that and you weren’t even breaking a sweat. How do you do that? I’m practically indecent here in the middle of the aisle, and for you it’s– ‘Meh, I’ll just browse these wines while this character gets stuffed relentlessly with shadow cocks.’ Holy. Fuck.”
That gets a boisterous laugh from her that zings throughout my body, lighting me up brighter than that… um, book did. I want to hear it again. It doesn’t escape my attentionthat she was discreetly, or not so discreetly, trying to catch a glimpse of the goods. I refrain from calling her out on it.
“Well, medicine’s your superpower, and a killer poker face is mine. Your face was priceless.”
“Glad I could amuse you. That was filthy. Is there a plot?”
“Of course. There’s just some good ol’ fun and spice peppered along the way.”
“Ha, spice.” I look up at her with real questions. “You really think men could learn a thing or two from that?”
