His Five Favorite Lines by Gina Gordon

Chapter One
Monday
    Jordan Murphy found Becca at the end of the line in their favorite coffee shop. He zeroed in on her gorgeous frame, relieved she’d finally made an appearance. Fidgeting in the line, she tapped her toe to the beat of the Muzak that hummed lightly in the background.
    Her brown hair hung pin straight down her back. Black pants hugged her tight bottom and flared out at the leg, revealing just a hint of her red stiletto boots.
    An image flashed into his mind of Becca in nothing but those red boots as he knelt before her, feeling the pinch of the heel as she pressed one into his shoulder.
    Jordan inhaled hard and deep, smelling her sweetness, as if his face were buried between her soft thighs at this very moment.
    As he approached, he had a strong feeling that she would be resistant to his advances. He hoped he was wrong, because he didn’t have any intention of giving up until she was his again.
    He sidled up to her and whispered in her ear, “You’re avoiding me.”
    Her breath caught. “I’m not avoiding you.” She spoke without even turning around, her head slightly cocked in his direction.
    “Then where have you been?”
    Mingled with the smell of the coffee in the air, her intoxicating scent set his desire on a low simmer somewhere south of his waistband.
    “Around.” She finally turned to face him. “I guess we’re just missing each other.”
    Jordan gave her a low hum in acknowledgement. For the last few months, they had seen each other every morning. Did she purposely change her rout i ne ? Despite her seemingly calm form, Becca had a nervous look on her face. The same look she’d gotten when they were stuck in that elevator almost two weeks ago.
    “So how are you this Monday morning?” he asked, hoping that she wouldn’t ignore his interest. She’d been missing in action for over a week. Jordan had assumed she’d needed some space to recover from their very hot, very satisfying encounter in the elevator, but that didn’t stop him from worrying that she was giving him the brush-off.
    “Fine.” She was trying her best to be aloof, but her eyes gave away her desire.
    “I’ve been waiting for you to pay me a visit.” With a quick wink and a smirk he continued, “My desk is pretty lonely.”
    Her eyes blazed at his words. No doubt she remembered the detailed proposition he left her with—Becca on her knees underneath his desk as he stuffed her mouth with his hard cock.
    “I’ve been busy,” she whispered.
    They moved up in the line, taking steps without being conscious of them.
    The spurts of steam coming from the coffee machine echoed in the background.
    Jordan swiveled around her body and turned his back to the people in front of them. “That answer’s promising. It’s not a no.”
    “Jordan...” She bit her bottom lip nervously. Christ, she had no idea how much he missed their interaction every morning. The sly glances they would give each other from across the room, the way she would fidget when he was near. It was the best part of his day. Maybe their elevator fling ruined their daily flirtations.
    “That morning in the elevator was...”
    “Mind-boggling?”
    She giggled. “I would say more like fantastic. Euphoric. Pure satisfaction.”
    Some of her hesitance disappeared with her laugh.
    “Then why haven’t you paid me a visit?”
    She exhaled deeply as if her words had been weighing heavy on her mind. “It was a fluke situation. The circumstances were too hard to pass up, but now, in the light of day, it’s over.”
    “It’s not over.” He leaned in. Her scent flooded his nostrils, a light feminine musk. “You never did get to play out your fantasy.”
    A shiver shimmied up her body, cold turning to heat, ending up in her face and reddening her cheeks.
    “Don’t you want that?”
    Her lips parted, and he could hear her labored breathing between the plump, pink flesh. He had been right about her hesitation, but he would break her down one slow inch