Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
“I know, but…”
Uh-oh. Rejection. I wasn’t sure, but I wasn’t hanging around to find out.
“Hey.” I shoved him off with both hands raised like dual stop signs. “Just…don’t…don’t block my truck. Go…call Amazon or something.”
Rob didn’t bother hiding his grin. “I’ll get on that first thing in the morning.”
“Good. All right.” I stomped toward the door and of course, it was locked.
He was there in an instant, unlatching the door and holding it open.
“Hang on.” Rob pointed south, adding with a satisfied smirk, “You might want to take a lap. You’ve got a situation on your hands. Or in your jeans.”
True. I had a steel rod behind my zipper and the fabric at my crotch was stretched to maximum capacity.
“That’s what aprons are for.”
His laughter followed me outside into the cool autumn afternoon. I chuckled as I slipped past the main entrance to the pizzeria and strode to the alley side, taking the stairs to my apartment two at a time. In my bathroom, I unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped, pushed the denim and cotton aside as I clutched the edge of the vanity and jacked my cock, visions of Rob towering over me, offering me his huge dick. I was on my knees in a flash, and that was the end of me.
Cum spurted on my fist and onto the cracked tile countertop. I caught my reflection in the mirror, noting my bee-stung lips and sex-drugged expression. I wanted to be disgusted. Why him? Why now? But there was no point in philosophizing attraction. It was there or it wasn’t.
For whatever reason, I was very fucking attracted to the bagel guy.
And maybe a little addicted to him.
Every afternoon that week, I stopped by to lodge a new complaint.
Your trash bin should be emptied earlier in the day.
The bagel line shouldn’t cross our entrance.
I made sure Amber wasn’t around. This shit was just for Rob. I wanted to poke him and test this thing between us.
But guess what? It was real.
’Cause every night that I strutted into Great H Bagels, pumped with manufactured angst, intent on riling him, I ended up with my back to the wall, humping and grinding my boner against Rob’s while we sucked face.
Like now.
I didn’t have to say a word. He’d taken one look at me, locked the door, and marched into his office—which, by the way, was a hell of a lot nicer than mine. My list of daily gripes were forgotten at the sight of this big, burly former linebacker wearing a plaid shirt, worn jeans, and a scowl. He was my kryptonite, and he had no fucking idea. Tough, tall, and rugged…sign me the fuck up.
If we’d met at a bar or a club, I would’ve already offered my ass. No doubt about it. The vision of bending over Rob’s office desk was my new fantasy. I wanted to climb him like a tree, suck his cock, and swallow every drop of him, but I couldn’t tell him that.
This was a delicate situation and an unexpected development. I had to treat this with care.
So I admired his muscular biceps, messy hair, and his impressive package, then gestured in the general direction of the entrance. “Your sign is crooked.”
Rob crossed his arms, his expression stony and unreadable. “Oh, really?”
“Really. You should fucking fix that.”
“Make me.”
A crackle of heat and anticipation rose in the charged silence. We could have been a couple of gunslingers in the Wild West, fingers on triggers, wondering who was going to strike first. It was me this time.
I pushed Rob’s chest and pounced, slamming our mouths together. My heartbeat rang in my ears as I devoured him with a ferocity that made my head spin. The scent of his cologne and sweat and something uniquely him hit me hard. I didn’t understand my reaction to him. It was reckless and extreme. So not like me, it was scary.
And get this…I whimpered like a kitten when he hooked his fingers in my belt loops and yanked me closer. Here we were again, making out with roving hands, hungry tongues, and the sweet tease of friction.
I managed to unbuckle Rob’s belt, but I moved slowly, giving him plenty of opportunity to stop me. He didn’t. I unzipped him, hiked his shirt out of the way, and lowered his jeans. Then I gripped his shaft through his cotton boxer briefs, running my thumb along the head of his cock and the precum leaking at his tip.
Rob broke the kiss with a gasp, eyeing me curiously…or cautiously. I couldn’t be sure. I stilled my hand and awaited the verdict—stop or go?
“On your knees,” he commanded in a deep timbre.
I obeyed in a flash, shoving the elastic band over his hips to free his erection.
And holy shit, I was salivating. No joke. He was thick and hard and so damn perfect. I glanced up…for permission? Maybe. That wasn’t like me, but he’d set something in motion, and I sensed a power play that couldn’t be ignored.