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“I’ll go get a broom,” Free says, but neither of us turn to acknowledge her statement. We continue to stare at each other, contemplating our next moves. If it were up to me, my next one would be to take her in that supply closet, strip off all her clothes, and devour her entire body with my tongue.
“That wasn’t very nice,” I tell her, referring to the glitter gift.
“You called me fat,” she replies, her hand still resting on my jaw.
“I would never.”
“You insinuated it. Half the town probably thinks I’m carrying Satan’s spawn right now.”
“You’d be so lucky,” I retort, earning a snort and eye roll. I take a step forward, pressing her firmly against the counter. There’s nowhere for her to go, and she knows it. Her eyes widen more, but her tongue gives her away. It snakes out and wets her bottom lip. All I can think about is kissing those full, lush lips. “But Harper?” I ask, bringing my own hand up and cupping the back of her neck.
She makes a noise, but doesn’t actually say a word. Instead, she shivers against my body as I press my aching cock into her stomach. “I haven’t fucked you, Sweetheart. Yet.” I lean down, keeping eye contact until the last possible second. I slide my lips along her jawline, another shudder sweeping through her body. Fuck, do I love the way she responds to my touch. “But I will.”
Memorizing the way she feels, smells, and tastes, I let my lips glide along her tender flesh for too long, yet not nearly long enough. The bell above the door chimes, making us both jump apart like guilty teenagers. Reluctantly, I pull away, dropping my hand. Her eyes are glazed, her mouth slightly opened, her breathing a bit erratic.
Fuck me, I want one more taste of those damn lips.
But before I can pull her into my arms, she transforms into businesswoman Harper, steeling her back and pulling down the front of her shirt. Her eyes narrow as she glares tiny little daggers at me. I want to crack a smile, but my dick doesn’t think this is too funny right now.
“Good day, Mr. Douglas,” she says curtly.
“Yes, I should get back to the store. I have a…mess to clean up.”
That gets a tiny smile. “Well, enjoy your pink glitter.”
“Turnabout is fair play, Miss Grayson. Just remember that,” I state as I turn my back to her, coming face-to-face with the new customer for the first time.
My mom.
“Latham?”
“Hey, Mom.” Talk about uncomfortable.
“What are you doing here? Bothering poor Harper, I see,” Mom teases, a look in her eye I don’t want to dissect.
“I received a gift from poor Harper a few minutes ago.” Harper snorts behind me. “I just stopped by to say thank you.”
“Does this gift have anything to do with the fact that you look like you’ve spent the last three days straight at a strip club?” Mom asks, smiling widely, sweeping her hand across my shoulder and sending little sparkles of pink flying everywhere.
“I heard he was trying out for a boy band,” Harper chimes in, humor laced in her face.
“I do love a good boy band,” I mumble, heading toward the door.
“What can I do for you today, Kitty?” Harper says, her voice all sugary sweet for my mother.
“Well, remember that blue nighty I purchased last week? I’d love to get the same one in pink. Bud just loves that lighter shade against my pale skin,” I hear my mom say, making me stop dead in my tracks.
“Mother?” I holler over my shoulder.
“Yes, Latham?”
“Maybe, next time, wait until I’m out of earshot before talking about lingerie and my dad.”
“Noted, Son. Enjoy your afternoon! I know we will,” she hollers. And with my boner effectively squashed (probably for a very long time), I head back to my own store, the sounds of Harper and my mother giggling following me even after I step out onto the sidewalk.
I make my way down the block, swinging open my own business door, and head straight to the back staircase. I completely ignore Felicity (who hasn’t made one move to clean up the glitter) and Dale (who’s looking at me like my body was taken over by aliens) and take the stairs two at a time. I’m in desperate need of a shower and probably hypnosis, because as much as I try to push it from my mind, I just can’t stop thinking about the moment my lips touched her skin.
Or the way her eyes lit up right before that moment.
