Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Deanna and Chantilly are here to help, and I didn’t bring my cash register, because I’ll just use an app on my phone.
We get to work as Petra comes in with a camera crew to take pictures. I smile, glad I wore the lipstick, and get to work making the best damn latte I can.
I try to gauge each customer’s reaction to my latte, hoping I’ve got this competition in the bag. However, nobody gives anything away. Except for a few of my loyal customers who grin at me, and tell me they’re going to vote for me.
I appreciate it.
After what feels like a million years, the day winds down. I haven’t done that much business in forever. I glance down at my cell, checking my sales. Dang. I’m so happy. If only I could have every day like this. The whole day I was so busy preparing lattes I never got to spend any real time with Harrison, but now that the shop is closed and Petra has left, it’s only the employees left cleaning.
His team, Bren and Tony, get to work cleaning the machines, while Deanna, Chantilly, and I clean our area and pack all of our things into a box. Harrison wipes down the counters.
After a few more minutes, everyone leaves, and Harrison and I are left alone.
He leans against the wall, staring at me. His arms are crossed over his chest and the simmer in his eyes sets my body on fire.
No words are spoken between us, but there doesn’t need to be any. Because after a minute of staring, he crosses the floor and wraps his arms around me.
That’s all it takes before we’re in each other’s arms, kissing.
“I’ve been thinking about your lips all day.”
“Me too,” I say as he moves us through the door leading to the back of his shop.
He picks me up, setting me on a counter. His mouth explores mine as his hands roam over my body. “You’re wearing way too many clothes.”
My mind’s a fumbled mess as I nod. “I know. Do you like my lipstick?” I ask him, and then silently curse myself for rambling.
He breaks the kiss for a second, pulls back to give me a once over, and then crashes his lips back to mine. “Love the lipstick,” he utters as he breaks the kiss once more.
The next thing I know, we’re a frenzied mess of trying to get closer to each other. I never thought I’d be the type of girl to have sex in the back of a coffee shop, but there’s no mistaking our attraction to each other.
Almost like if I don’t get him inside me, I might die.
Chapter 14
Harrison
There was no doubt after watching February move around my shop all day that this is how it was going to end. My dick has been hard since she walked through the door. Thoughts of her linger in my mind, and I find myself lost in fantasies that center around her. There's an undeniable pull, a craving deep within—I need her.
Our clothes are nearly off at this point. Just her bra and panties are left, along with my boxers. Her soft hands explore my body as her nails occasionally scratch against my skin. It’s making it very difficult for me not to slam into her right now, but I want to touch every inch of her body first. My lips press against her neck as I lightly suck on the delicate skin. My hands reach around and unclasp her bra, and it falls between us. Her hard nipples graze against my chest, driving me wild. The beat of my heart rages on, creating this burning desire to claim this woman.
I wrap my fingers into her hair and tug, pulling her head back so I can gaze into her heated blue eyes. “Tell me you want my mouth on your nipples.”
She lets out a soft moan as her eyes bounce between mine. “I want your mouth on me, Harrison.”
And I want my mouth everywhere. I release her hair and grab her tits in my hands, leaning forward and circling her nipple with my tongue. The symphony of pleasure escapes her lips, and in this moment, it becomes the most seductive melody I've ever heard. Each breath, each sigh, adds to the intensity of the shared experience, creating an intimate soundtrack that echoes through the room and etches itself into my memory. It's a captivating and unforgettable rhythm that transcends the physical and reaches deep into the realm of the truly erotic.
I continue worshiping her breasts, sucking, nipping, and kissing every inch of them. Her nails dig into my back, urging me on. I stop sucking her nipple, letting it pop out of my mouth, and peek up at her. Her eyes flutter closed, her mouth slightly parted, her cheeks pink. I haven’t even started yet, and she appears to be in ecstasy.