passed each other behind the bar.
“Don’t get me started,” Erica muttered through her teeth.
He laughed, discreetly patting her on the backside. “We’ll have plenty of time,” he said, winking.
Finally, after four hours, Erica was nearly dead on her feet—still, she glanced at Riley, and he nodded just enough for her to see.
“Sean?” she called out. “You mind if I take a break?”
“Me, too,” Riley said, grimacing. “I haven’t been to the boy’s room since we opened.”
“Go on, then,” Sean replied with an amiable smile, taking their place.
It was all Erica could do to pretend to be casual as she walked back to the kitchen, then to the bathroom. She waited a few minutes before going further down the hall, to the walk-in pantry.
He was waiting for her, closing the door behind her the second she stepped through. “God, I thought it would never happen,” he muttered, his hands on her before his mouth was. She wrapped her arms around his neck, gasping softly when he pushed her against the wall.
“Thank God for skirts,” he growled, hiking Erica’s up to her waist. “I’ve been watching you bend over all night, and you’re driving me insane.” His free hand dipped beneath her t-shirt, then under her bra. She closed her eyes, leaning against the wall as his fingers sent bolts of lightning to her core.
“Stop being such a horn-dog, then,” she whispered, then sighed as his fingers found her intimate places. He rubbed her, making her even hotter than she’d been all night. For hours, she’d been thinking about him, fantasizing throughout her shift about what they’d do once they were alone. She found his mouth again in the darkness and latched onto it, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, tasting him. He bit her lip, making her suck in her breath with a hissing noise even as his hand slid through her slickness.
“I can’t help being a horn-dog when you’re so fucking sexy.”
She heard the zipper of his pants lowering, then the crinkling of foil as he put on a condom, then the frantic pressure of his head at her entrance. She wrapped a leg around his hips, giving him room. He pressed forward, filling her with one smooth thrust, leaving her whimpering. She tried to control herself, pressing her face to Riley’s neck as he took her.
“Yes…oh, love…so tight…” He whispered sweet obscenities in her ear as he moved, and she held on as tight as she could, letting him take control, letting him rock her into oblivion with his long, thick member.
When her climax came, she welcomed it gladly, and dug her fingers into Riley’s hard shoulders as her body trembled. She bit down on her knuckles to stifle her moans, while he groaned softly into her shoulder as he came.
“Oh, hell,” he muttered, leaning his hands against the wall to steady himself.
She smiled in satisfaction, murmuring her pleasure in his ear.
“That was worth waiting for,” she whispered.
Chapter Thirteen
She was a drug. That was the only explanation for why he couldn’t get her off his mind.
What had he done before her? He hardly remembered. He’d known her, yes, but he hadn’t really known her. He’d looked forward to seeing her every day, for certain, but he hadn’t plotted little ways for the two of them to sneak off together during a shift.
He hadn’t skulked about on her nights off, for sure.
The second Monday after they first made love was one of those nights. It was the slowest night of the week, a perfect time for the bartender to take off. Sean usually tended bar, or Riley himself. That night, they switched off.
“You all right, then?” Sean asked once, during a football game which Riley couldn’t have been less interested in.
“Yeah, why?”
“You haven’t paid any attention to the game, or to anything I’ve said.” Sean looked him up and down. “Something on your mind?”
“Not a thing. You know I don’t think about stuff.” Riley grinned, then turned his
“Don’t get me started,” Erica muttered through her teeth.
He laughed, discreetly patting her on the backside. “We’ll have plenty of time,” he said, winking.
Finally, after four hours, Erica was nearly dead on her feet—still, she glanced at Riley, and he nodded just enough for her to see.
“Sean?” she called out. “You mind if I take a break?”
“Me, too,” Riley said, grimacing. “I haven’t been to the boy’s room since we opened.”
“Go on, then,” Sean replied with an amiable smile, taking their place.
It was all Erica could do to pretend to be casual as she walked back to the kitchen, then to the bathroom. She waited a few minutes before going further down the hall, to the walk-in pantry.
He was waiting for her, closing the door behind her the second she stepped through. “God, I thought it would never happen,” he muttered, his hands on her before his mouth was. She wrapped her arms around his neck, gasping softly when he pushed her against the wall.
“Thank God for skirts,” he growled, hiking Erica’s up to her waist. “I’ve been watching you bend over all night, and you’re driving me insane.” His free hand dipped beneath her t-shirt, then under her bra. She closed her eyes, leaning against the wall as his fingers sent bolts of lightning to her core.
“Stop being such a horn-dog, then,” she whispered, then sighed as his fingers found her intimate places. He rubbed her, making her even hotter than she’d been all night. For hours, she’d been thinking about him, fantasizing throughout her shift about what they’d do once they were alone. She found his mouth again in the darkness and latched onto it, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, tasting him. He bit her lip, making her suck in her breath with a hissing noise even as his hand slid through her slickness.
“I can’t help being a horn-dog when you’re so fucking sexy.”
She heard the zipper of his pants lowering, then the crinkling of foil as he put on a condom, then the frantic pressure of his head at her entrance. She wrapped a leg around his hips, giving him room. He pressed forward, filling her with one smooth thrust, leaving her whimpering. She tried to control herself, pressing her face to Riley’s neck as he took her.
“Yes…oh, love…so tight…” He whispered sweet obscenities in her ear as he moved, and she held on as tight as she could, letting him take control, letting him rock her into oblivion with his long, thick member.
When her climax came, she welcomed it gladly, and dug her fingers into Riley’s hard shoulders as her body trembled. She bit down on her knuckles to stifle her moans, while he groaned softly into her shoulder as he came.
“Oh, hell,” he muttered, leaning his hands against the wall to steady himself.
She smiled in satisfaction, murmuring her pleasure in his ear.
“That was worth waiting for,” she whispered.
Chapter Thirteen
She was a drug. That was the only explanation for why he couldn’t get her off his mind.
What had he done before her? He hardly remembered. He’d known her, yes, but he hadn’t really known her. He’d looked forward to seeing her every day, for certain, but he hadn’t plotted little ways for the two of them to sneak off together during a shift.
He hadn’t skulked about on her nights off, for sure.
The second Monday after they first made love was one of those nights. It was the slowest night of the week, a perfect time for the bartender to take off. Sean usually tended bar, or Riley himself. That night, they switched off.
“You all right, then?” Sean asked once, during a football game which Riley couldn’t have been less interested in.
“Yeah, why?”
“You haven’t paid any attention to the game, or to anything I’ve said.” Sean looked him up and down. “Something on your mind?”
“Not a thing. You know I don’t think about stuff.” Riley grinned, then turned his
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