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“You look beautiful.”
Even though she’s simply dressed in a fitted pair of dark blue jeans and a thin sweater that doesn’t hide her petite frame or her perky tits. I've never been so thankful we keep the bar on the cool side. Her hardened nipples jut out, making my mouth water for a taste. I bet she tastes sweet, like honey.
She blushes because she’s so goddamn endearing. I wonder if her entire body would blush, how it would contrast with my rainbow of ropes crisscrossing and framing each delicious part of her.
Fuck!
I knew I should’ve got myself off before we met, but I doubt a dozen orgasms could curb my appetite for her. I’ve never felt so out of control, but I find I sort of like it, how headey it is. But it makes it that much harder not giving myself permission to do exactly what I want to her.
I can’t think about that right now. Not unless I want to lay her across this table and show not only the town, but my entire family how much I crave her.
I need to think about the least sexy thing I can, so I ask, “How are you liking the job?”
Then, I watch as every ounce of happiness drains from her face.
“I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?”
She shakes her head adamantly. “Oh no, I love my job, more than I dreamed I would.”
“Well that’s great…, isn’t it?”
“Of course, it would be perfect if I didn’t have to quit in a few months.”
A mixture of dread and elation consumes me. Dread because I’ll miss seeing her all the time but elation because if I’m not her boss, there’s no reason that I can’t have her.
Yet, by the misery so obviously consuming her, any amount of elation dries up. I shouldn’t touch her, but wild horses couldn’t stop my hand from reaching for hers and deftly entwining our fingers.
It feels good. It feels right.
“Why do you have to quit, sweet girl?”
She opens her mouth but promptly shuts it as she considers her words. It’s the first sign that I know whatever she says won’t be a hundred percent honest. But I can change that, I can earn her trust. If it’s the last thing that I do.
“My parents want me to return to college to get my masters.”
I squeeze her hand. “But that’s great, isn’t it?”
She shrugs. “They want me to get my masters in business so I can take over running my mom’s restaurants.”
And that’s obviously not what she wants.
“What about your job? Do you not love being a firefighter?”
I mean how could she not? I’ve seen the sheer bliss mixed with exhaustion all over her face every time we go on a run. She was made for this, and in no time, she’s made tight friends with everyone she meets.
“I do love it, but…”
She looks away, and I tell myself to let it go, but I’ve never been very good at following orders. Even orders from myself.
I reach out and pinch her chin to raise her gaze back to mine. “But what, sweet girl?”
Her eyes glaze and her lip trembles. “That’s not the life they want for me.”
I barely stop myself from falling back in shock. “What do you mean?”
She shakes her head. “It's nothing.”
I hold firm, keeping every ounce of her attention. “It’s not nothing, Sakura.”
