“Well, Green.” Booth stepped back. “Go ahead and do your thing. We’ll be out here.”
Green nodded his head and went on his way, making me worry my lip as I watched him go.
“It’ll be okay,” Booth promised.
I wasn’t sure how.
I just had the worst feeling in the world.
And it was becoming bigger and bigger the longer that Green was gone.
Booth caught me up in his arms and pulled me in tight, and I forced myself to calm down.
“Have I ever told you how much I love your hair?”
His whispered words against my hair had me smiling.
“No,” I said. “It’s just hair, Booth.”
He chuckled then.
“It is.” He paused. “But then you have to think about the fact that I’ve always wanted to wrap it around my fist. In my head, I do it three times. Then I yank your head back and fuck you, using your ponytail as a guide to help me fuck you harder.”
I licked my lips at his words.
Jesus, the man was potent.
He’d only whispered a few words against my hair, and I was roaring and ready to go.
I shivered.
“Have you ever had any other fantasies?” I asked curiously.
My eyes were on the board across the room.
I had a chalkboard low so that all the little children—and sometimes big children—could write whatever they wanted while their parents paid.
I loved looking at all the drawings. But right then, all I could see was the vision that Booth had just planted in my head of him doing naughty things to me.
“Lots,” he admitted. “You on your knees, me using your hair to guide you on how hard and fast to take my cock in your mouth.” He paused. “Then there’s me taking you against that fucking counter right there.” He shifted so that his erection was digging into my hipbone. “You’re facing the door, scared that someone’s going to come inside. Even though it’s well past closing time and you’re not supposed to be open. Yet, you forgot to lock the door before we got carried away.” His voice is a low growl that’s making me shiver. The low, gravelly tones of his voice making my mouth dry and my nipples peak. “I’m standing behind you, my cock so deep in you that it’s kissing the entrance to your womb. And then a customer walks in. You take her custom order with me behind you, cock twitching inside of you, and that’s almost better than fucking you. You keep squeezing me with your muscles, making me want to buck into you, but the goddamn customer is taking so long to choose what kind of fucking donuts she wants. I—”
“All done,” Green interrupted Booth’s fantasy. “I don’t see a single thing wrong that I would even ding you on. I have a recommendation, though.” He walked toward us.
I stayed in front of Booth, knowing that his cock was very in your face hard right now, and there was no way in hell that Green would miss it.
“That’s great news.” I smiled genuinely at him, even though there were much better things that I’d rather be doing right now than talking about any suggestions that a health inspector had for my business.
“This has nothing at all to do about your business’s health in any way,” he admitted. “I was just going to suggest that you open on weekends so that I can sneak some of your donuts to my grandkids. They love this place, but only get to have it on the rare weekday that they happen to be off from school.”
I grinned widely then.
“Well, I have some good news and some bad news for you then,” I found myself saying, shifting my hips so that my ass brushed up against Booth’s cock. He growled at the move. His hands on my hips convulsed. “I’ll be opening up for the weekends starting at the beginning of next month,” I said. “But I’ll also no longer be open on the weekdays.”
His eyes widened. “That’s great!”
I grinned. “I’m hoping so. I hadn’t realized just how many people wanted the weekends until I announced it on my Facebook page last week. People are really ecstatic. And I’ve had so many wonderful people tell me that they’re happy that I’m changing the hours and the days. Zero people have said a word about it negatively, too.”
“Well, you’ll definitely have my grandkids excited, that’s for sure,” he said as he wrote something in a notebook. Seconds later, he tore off a piece of paper. “If you ever have any questions, feel free to call me. I doubt you will, but you never know.”
I took the paper with a grateful smile, and feeling devious, folded it up and placed it into the back pocket of my jeans, being very sure to drag my hand along Booth’s very hard, still very much there, cock.