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What is her first clue? "Yes."
"There's no need to be jealous. I'm taking a delivery. That's all." She licks her lips and that seals it.
I pull her body up at the same time I crash my mouth down on hers.
She tries to shove at my chest, but I'm not budging. She might not see the supplier as anything but a business connection, but he looks atílios moulike a starving man in front of an all-you-can-eat buffet.
The only man allowed to feast on her voluptuous curves is me.
Sliding my forearm under her ass, I lift her higher, so I don't have to bend to kiss her. Her feet leave the floor, and she makes a startled sound, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck.
Determined to remind her who she belongs to, I eat her lips and press my tongue against the seam of her mouth, demanding access to the sweet heat within.
She keeps her lips tightly sealed for a heartbeat and then she sighs, melting into me. Her lips part and I don't hesitate to slide my tongue inside. She tastes like no other woman ever has.
Like mine.
Hell, I don't kiss. I fuck. But with Lucia, I want it all.
The sound of a throat clearing and rubber soles squeaking on the floor reminds me we are not alone. Unfortunately, it remindsílios moutoo because she tears her mouth from mine.
"Basta!Stop! Let me down, Atlas." She pounds on my shoulder with one of her small fists. "I have work to do."
Letting her body slide down mine, I glare at the man interrupting my hello kiss with Lucia. I guess he has a death wish.
"If you'll sign for the delivery, I'll get out of your hair," he says to Lucia, doing his best to ignore me.
It won't work. He and I need to set some ground rules. Like if he touches Lucia, I will break every bone in his hand.
Whenílios moupushes away from me, I let her this time.
"Thanks for personally making the delivery, Shawn. Customers wouldn't have been happy if we tried to get through the weekend without your ale." She uses her finger to sign the digital receipt on his tablet.
He smiles at her, showing his sense of self-preservation is much worse than I thought. "You should think about increasing your order."
"Maybe. It's not fair to you to keep asking you to make these emergency drop-offs between our scheduled deliveries." The look on her face tells me she doesn't want to though.
Why not? I'll ask her after I have a little talk with the beer supplier.
"Leave the crates there. I'll help you with them after I walk yourfriendout," I tell Lucia.
Settling her fists on her hips, she gives me the stink eye. It might have the effect she intends if her posture did not make her generous tits stick out in a way that has my mouth salivating for a taste and my hands itching to touch.
The beer supplier notices too, and any possibility our little talk would only be a verbal one explodes on the impact of his gaze on my woman's breasts.
I grab Shawn's arm and hustle him out of the temperature-controlled storage room. Lucia is a hell of a businesswoman. Nothing in this club is below par, not even the storage facility for her alcohol.
"No need to see me out. I know the way." Shawn tries to pull away from my hold.
Good luck with that.
I don't say anything until we are outside. Then, I let my fist make the first conversational salvo and punch him in the stomach.
He gasps and doubles over, his arms windmilling to keep him upright.
"She is mine. Get within two feet of her again and I'll break both your arms."
"Who are you?" he wheezes, trying to stand up straight.
