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“We’ll take a large ham, green pepper, onion pizza with pineapple on half.” I watch Bailey as I order, her eyes getting bigger and bigger as I proceed, then a smile of gratitude when I add her extra ingredient.
I’ll eat about anything, so her other ingredients weren’t anything to worry about, but I’m not sold on pineapple on pizza. I’ll try some of hers, but I don’t think I’ll change my mind.
* * *
Well, she changed my mind. I devoured the slice that she gave me, plus my half of the pizza. We spent our lunch talking and learning about each other. I shared a little about my time in the service and she shared some about what she enjoys doing in her down time.
Before we knew it, our lunch hour was over and it was time to head back to the office. The ride back was just as thrilling as the first ride with Bailey at my back. The guys all come out of the bays as I pull up, their nosey asses wanting to see what’s going on.
I climb off the bike, and like before, hold out my hand to help Bailey off. Once she’s off and I stashed the helmet in my saddlebag, I grab her hand again as we walk in. I’ve never been a hand holder before, but with Bailey it’s different.
The guys scatter back to their stations as we walk past them to enter the lobby from the side door. Passing her desk, I lead her to my office and shut the door. I need a taste, something to hold me over.
“Micah?”
I pull her to me, her breath catches as she leans in, chest to chest. “You good?”
“Yeah,” she whispers, her breath ghosting across my face.
That’s all I need to hear. I hold her face in both my hands and lean down, tasting her lips for the first time. I hold myself in check as her billowy lips make tentative moves. I don’t want to scare her with my need so I let her set the pace.
Her hands travel up my arms and rest on my shoulders as she leans in closer. Something clicks inside her and my shy kitten becomes a wildcat when I lick between her lips. She moans at the intrusion and then we both become ravenous as we meet each other in complete lust.
Her hands are in my hair, gripping the strands tightly. The little pain she is inducing only adds to the intenseness of our kiss.
She pulls back to catch her breath, her pupils dilated and watching me. “You with me?” I need to know where her head is, because after a kiss like this, she’s not going anywhere. I’m hard as steel under my jeans, and if I feel this way from just a kiss, then there is so much more to come.
“I’m with you,” she answers.
I lean down and give her a quick peck before pulling back. “Good. As much as I hate to end this now, if we keep this up, I’ll have you spread out on my desk.” She gasps, but I continue on. “I don’t think you’re ready for that, so I have to put the brakes on for a bit. But now that I’ve had a taste, I’m gonna want it all the time.”
“Okay,” she answers with a smile. “I guess I should go back to work. Let you deal with that.” She emphasizes that by looking at my crotch, and I laugh.
“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute.”
She gives me a nod, and steps out, leaving me to myself to get my body in control. The last thing I need is for the guys to see me with a hard-on walking around the garage.
ChapterSix
Bailey
I gather the checks and invoices for the accounts payable and head to Micah, or should I say Reaper’s office, for his signature. Now that he gave me the go ahead to use his given name, I’m very conscious of using it only when we are together. When I’m at the garage and in front of the guys I try to remember, but sometimes after his kisses I’m in a Micah haze and forget.
I can’t remember the amount of times the guys have caught us this week with our lips locked. Micah’s kisses are addicting and I can’t get enough of them.
I breach his open doorway and stare for a minute. His head is resting in his hands, his arms resting on his desk. He takes a deep breath and sits up, looking at me. “Come here,” he commands, and I walk around his desk to him. He rolls his chair back and I step in between his legs.
He takes the papers from my hands and sets them off to the side of his desk. Effortlessly, he lifts me and sets me on his desk and turns his chair so his eyes are at my chest level. He rolls the chair closer and leans against my chest as his arms wrap around me in a hug.
He sighs as he rests upon me. Whatever stress he was dealing with evaporates with me in his hold. My arms circle his shoulders and I hold on, gracious that I can give him the comfort that he needs.
“Tough day?” I want to know what is bothering him, but don’t want to push too hard.
“Yeah, just some club stuff.” His answer is vague, but I have heard enough from Marley that when the guys say club business, you leave it at that.
I won’t push, but I want him to know that I’m here for him. “What can I do for you?”
“This, just this for now.” He gives me a squeeze and I’m content to just stay like this forever, here in his arms.
