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He shifts gears and his knuckles brush the skin of my outer thigh as he does, making my breath catch in my throat and goose-bumps prickle along my arms. He keeps his hand on the stick shift and I edge a tiny bit closer to the center console, as discreetly as I can. All the while I look down at his huge powerful forearm and that sexy Breitling watch he wears, and recall all the times I have held on to that arm while he finger fucked me. The thought sends a rush of wet heat flushing between my thighs. I swallow hard and turn my head to the window. I need to get out of this car before I ask him to pull over and fuck me in the back seat.
“I’ve missed you, Angel,” he says softly, and I turn my head back to him.
“Don’t, Conor,” I say with a sigh.
“Why?” he frowns at me before turning back to the road.
I want to tell him that it doesn’t matter if he missed me because he means nothing to me anymore. But I can’t because I promised him I would never lie to him again and that would be the biggest whopper in the history of untruths. “Because it doesn’t change anything,” I say instead.
“Did you miss me?”
I turn back to the window and don’t answer. If I admit that I missed him, then it’s only a matter of time before something more happens between us. The tension in the car is so obvious I feel like I can actually see it. The air sizzles with electricity and desire. I’m hyper aware of everything. Our breathing and the way it’s steadily gotten heavier in the past few minutes. I can even hear him licking his lip and I can’t stop the memory of him running his tongue all over my body from overwhelming me. I close my eyes and will him to let this go.
“Jessie,” he snaps and I draw in a deep breath before I turn back to him.
“You know I did, Conor. But things are different now.”
His hand still rests on the shift-stick and he reaches out his finger and strokes it gently across the edge of my knee, sending tiny sparks of electricity shooting straight up my thigh and making me visibly shiver in my seat. “Not everything though?” he growls, and the sound vibrates through my body until it rolls through my abdomen and straight to my pussy.
“No. Not everything,” I breathe and the corners of his mouth pull into a smile before we drive the rest of the way in silence.
Conor insists on helping me to open up once we get to Ray’s bar, and I can’t decide whether I’m annoyed or delighted by this.
“Are you here on your own?” he frowns at me once we’re inside.
“Yeah. Ray will be here at one. We hardly get any customers before then, anyway. And we had a delivery this morning. Ray comes in to take it in but he won’t put it away on account of his bad back,” I say with a roll of my eyes.
“So he leaves it all for you to put away?” he frowns at the huge stack of boxes near the basement door.
“I’m perfectly capable of hauling some boxes down to the basement.”
“I know. But that doesn’t mean he should just leave it all for you.”
“Well, it’s kind of my job.” I arch an eyebrow at him as I walk to the basement and open the door, propping it ajar with one of the boxes.
Conor puts his keys and his cell on the bar and walks over to me. “Let me help.”
“I’m fine,” I snap.
“For fuck’s sake, Jessie,” he snaps back.
I stand and stare at him with my hands on my hips. His help would let me get the job done in less than half the time. “Fine. Start with that pile over there,” I point to the stack of Bud Light near the jukebox.
I walk down the basement stairs with the first box before leaving it at the bottom. I’m about to head up for the next one when Conor walks down, carrying two at once. Show-off!
“You stay down here and put them away and I’ll bring them down to you?” he suggests.
“Fine,” I roll my eyes. “But once we’ve finished this, you need to leave. Ray won’t be happy if he finds out you’re distracting me.”
“You think I give a shit what Ray thinks?” he says as he walks up the steps.
“I know that you don’t, but I do, Conor. This is my job, and as much as Ray is an asshole, I kind of like it here. So, I need you to leave before he gets in.”
He turns and stops at the top of the stairs. “Dammit, Jessie,” he scowls at me as he bends to pick up a box. “Can you please just-"
“Conor. Don’t ...” I shout, but he’s already headed back down the steps and the door is closing behind him. It slams shut with a loud bang, plunging the basement into darkness.
“Shit!” I hiss as I hear Conor’s footsteps reaching the bottom. He puts the box down by my feet and breathes heavily near my ear.
