of helping him make another kind of deposit. She can picture the two of them in the vault behind her. In her fantasy, it is locked from the outside. Sharon is naked, sprawled out on a bed of money. The only thing preserving her modesty is a handful of bills strewn artfully across her body. The man leans forward, slowly collecting the money to reveal more and more of her nude form. With each new expanse of flesh, he bends down to kiss and press his rough beard against her sensitive skin. He reveals one breast, then the other before slowly working his way down her body. He deliberately pulls a bill from between her thighs, revealing her aching…
The sound of someone clearing his throat snaps Sharon out of her reverie. She opens her eyes, mortified by her momentary lapse in professionalism. The man is now towering above her at the counter with mischief in his eyes.
“Sorry…” he pauses for a moment, looking down at her chest. She realizes after a second that he’s reading her nametag. “Sharon, I would like to make a deposit.”
“Yes, of course,” Sharon replies, trying and failing to regain some composure. “Mr.…”
“Call me Rick,” he says with a roguish smile as he reaches out to give her the stack of bills in his hand.
Sharon absently extends her hand to take the money, her eyes never leaving his. Their fingers meet and electricity suddenly pumps through her body at the contact. She jerks back a little in surprise. She’s momentarily embarrassed by the rudeness of the action, but the way his pale blue eyes widen tells her that he felt it, too.
What is it about this man? She has never experienced anything like this before, this sexually charged pull she feels towards Rick. She really can’t help herself – he is doing something to her. He has awakened something deep inside of her, something intense and hungry. Her body, locked in the dullness of the last few months, yearns for escape – for passion and intrigue. It yearns to be taken, dominated, and possessed. And her body is telling her that Rick is the man to do these things.
Clearing her throat, Sharon tries once again to be professional as she hands him a deposit slip and places the cash in the money counter. She takes a deep breath and attempts to calm herself with the steady tick of the machine. But as he reaches out to hand her the deposit slip, their hands meet again with the same electricity as before and she knows it’s a lost cause.
She looks up at him again, surprised to see that the grey in his eyes has almost disappeared behind his dilated pupils and he’s gazing back at her lustfully. His arousal feeds her own and the tension in the air around them becomes palpable. They stand there for a moment, their hands still touching, before Sharon slowly retreats to her computer with the deposit slip.
“Um,” Sharon stutters after a moment, startled by the huskiness of her own voice. She clears her throat again before she continues, “will that be all for you today, Rick?”
She prays that it isn’t. She doesn’t know what she will do if he just waltzes out the door the way he came in.
“Well…” Rick flashes her another mischievous smile before he continues, “I also need to get into my safety deposit box.”
Sharon freezes. She is barely holding it together now. As much as she doesn’t want him to leave yet, she’s also unsure if it’s a good idea to accompany Rick into the vault alone. She can barely control herself now and doubts that she will be able to control herself at all if locked alone in the strong room with this captivating man.
“Very well,” she replies. After all, she can’t actually tell a customer that he isn’t allowed to visit his own safety deposit box. She knows that her voice is far too rough to sound casual, but she’s doing the best she can. “Do you have the key?”
Rick smiles wickedly as he holds up his key chain, a small deposit box
The sound of someone clearing his throat snaps Sharon out of her reverie. She opens her eyes, mortified by her momentary lapse in professionalism. The man is now towering above her at the counter with mischief in his eyes.
“Sorry…” he pauses for a moment, looking down at her chest. She realizes after a second that he’s reading her nametag. “Sharon, I would like to make a deposit.”
“Yes, of course,” Sharon replies, trying and failing to regain some composure. “Mr.…”
“Call me Rick,” he says with a roguish smile as he reaches out to give her the stack of bills in his hand.
Sharon absently extends her hand to take the money, her eyes never leaving his. Their fingers meet and electricity suddenly pumps through her body at the contact. She jerks back a little in surprise. She’s momentarily embarrassed by the rudeness of the action, but the way his pale blue eyes widen tells her that he felt it, too.
What is it about this man? She has never experienced anything like this before, this sexually charged pull she feels towards Rick. She really can’t help herself – he is doing something to her. He has awakened something deep inside of her, something intense and hungry. Her body, locked in the dullness of the last few months, yearns for escape – for passion and intrigue. It yearns to be taken, dominated, and possessed. And her body is telling her that Rick is the man to do these things.
Clearing her throat, Sharon tries once again to be professional as she hands him a deposit slip and places the cash in the money counter. She takes a deep breath and attempts to calm herself with the steady tick of the machine. But as he reaches out to hand her the deposit slip, their hands meet again with the same electricity as before and she knows it’s a lost cause.
She looks up at him again, surprised to see that the grey in his eyes has almost disappeared behind his dilated pupils and he’s gazing back at her lustfully. His arousal feeds her own and the tension in the air around them becomes palpable. They stand there for a moment, their hands still touching, before Sharon slowly retreats to her computer with the deposit slip.
“Um,” Sharon stutters after a moment, startled by the huskiness of her own voice. She clears her throat again before she continues, “will that be all for you today, Rick?”
She prays that it isn’t. She doesn’t know what she will do if he just waltzes out the door the way he came in.
“Well…” Rick flashes her another mischievous smile before he continues, “I also need to get into my safety deposit box.”
Sharon freezes. She is barely holding it together now. As much as she doesn’t want him to leave yet, she’s also unsure if it’s a good idea to accompany Rick into the vault alone. She can barely control herself now and doubts that she will be able to control herself at all if locked alone in the strong room with this captivating man.
“Very well,” she replies. After all, she can’t actually tell a customer that he isn’t allowed to visit his own safety deposit box. She knows that her voice is far too rough to sound casual, but she’s doing the best she can. “Do you have the key?”
Rick smiles wickedly as he holds up his key chain, a small deposit box
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