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“Yep, neighborly. Last time, I remember you being very neighborly. Care to go another round, Harper?” My cock weeps yes.
A blush sweeps up her neck and stains her cheeks. I love getting her all riled up and flustered. “No,” she stammers, her eyes wide. “I’m working.”
“Pity,” I concede.
Just as I’m about to come up with some way to get her to move from behind the counter so I can access her keys, the shop door opens and a delivery man walks in. “Hey, Harper, sorry I’m late today. Big deliveries to the bookstore and a mix-up at the warehouse. I’ve been behind all day.”
“No worries, Alan,” she says, heading to meet the friendly man in the brown uniform. As she rounds the corner, she glares my way. “Don’t touch anything.”
Holding up my hands, I quick reply, “I wouldn’t dare.”
Yeah, she doesn’t believe me. With another eye roll, she heads to the front door to sign for her package and I slip behind the counter and grab her keys. It only takes me a second to double click the unlock button and another second to set the keys back in her purse, but I know my time is up. She’s signing her name and will turn around before I can return to my side of the counter. So, I reach for the laptop and click a few keys, verifying her backup is updating properly.
“What are you doing?” she practically growls when she turns and starts to head my way.
“Just making sure everything is running properly. Sometimes, with new systems, you have to make minor tweaks to your programs,” I answer with a casual shrug.
She meets me around the counter and hip-checks me out of the way. “Like you tweaked my music player to blast that God-awful song?” she asks, moving the mouse and looking over her laptop screen.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Her familiar scent wraps around me, making my cock painfully hard. I shove my hands into my jean pockets to keep from reaching for her. She’s a nanosecond away from being thrown over my shoulder and hauled off to the nearest mattress, and she doesn’t even know it.
Knowing time is running short to accomplish my task, I turn and head toward the door. “Well, it’s been great, Harper, but I must be going.”
She watches me, her eyes full of skepticism and annoyance, and doesn’t say anything as I head out the door, whistling Tammy Wynette. I can practically feel the steam rolling from her ears as I push the door and head out into the late afternoon July sun.
She’s going to hate this…
