I could feel him stiffen under my touch as he realized what I was insinuating, but he kept quiet. To show him I was serious, I sauntered toward the doors of the coffee shop and flipped the sign over from ‘open’ to ‘closed’ and then sent him a confident smirk over my shoulder. His eyes were wide as he watched me and I could tell he was shocked, but I hoped he wouldn’t turn me down.
As I walked back to the table with a sensual swing of my hips, I tried to explain further to him, hoping to convince him. “You’ve been flirting with me for weeks now,” I began, a shy smile on my face. “We clearly have amazing chemistry; you can’t blame me for wanting to see what could happen between us.”
The older man scoffed a little under his breath. “Trust me… Rylee, is it?” he questioned as he peered at my name tag. “I’m flattered, but you can’t be more than half my age! Surely, there has to be someone else you’d like to do this with? Someone more your own age?” Despite his protests, I could see the excitement in his eyes and the way his tongue licked over his lips as though he was still considering devouring me.
And God, I wanted him to.
I shrugged. “I don’t care for guys my own age. There’s only one man I want and you’re him.” I spoke with a confidence I’d never felt before and the strength of my own desire scared me a little, but I wasn’t going to quit.
“You don’t even know my name,” the older man argued.
“Then tell me,” I countered with a smirk.
“S-Spencer,” he told me and our gazes locked for a moment, a wave of heat washing over me from the intensity of his stare. I knew right then that he wanted me and I wasn’t going to let him talk himself out of this. If he was conflicted, I’d just have to try harder to convince him.
After a few seconds, however, Spencer shook his head a little and looked away from me. He pushed his chair back with a screeching scrape across the floor. Before he could stand up, however, I pounced. I draped my body across his lap with one knee on either side of his hips. The position made me feel more vulnerable than I had expected, but it was intimate and his body felt warm under my own. If I just scooched a little closer, I’d be able to feel if he was hard under those jeans…
Spencer was looking at me like a deer caught in the headlights, however. He was clearly taken back by my forwardness and I wondered if he had ever had a woman come on so strongly to him before. Perhaps, he was used to being the one in charge. Either way, this was my chance and I was going to take it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I pulled him in for a slow, languorous kiss. His tongue slid over my own and his hands gripped tightly at my waist, urging my body closer to his own. Only after a few moments passed did we pull away for air.
Silence reigned for a moment, interrupted only by short panting breaths from the two of us. Spencer let out a long, slow breath and stared unblinkingly at me. “Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked.
I nodded. I wasn’t sure I could bring myself to say anything at that point. I was too far gone, intoxicated by lust and the feel of his muscular, firm body against mine. So, I leaned in to kiss him again.
This time, things were different. Spencer didn’t hold back as he kissed me fervor, his desperation feeling like the force of a hurricane I was unable to stop myself from getting swept up in. The way his lips, tongue, and hands moved overwhelmed me and I could do nothing but surrender to his touch.
As though he was growing impatient, Spencer suddenly lifted me and stood, wrapping my legs around his waist. He never stopped kissing me as he walked me toward the counter and then behind it. I realized he was looking for somewhere more private, so I pointed him in the direction of the back room. He took the hint wordlessly and soon I was being deposited onto the edge of the big, wooden table where the staff usually ate their lunch.
Now that his hands were no longer holding me up, they moved across my body with expertise. He continued to kiss me as he fondled my breasts through my clothes and then dragged his fingers over to the buttons on my shirt. He undid them with ease to discover I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. He growled his appreciation before moving to undress me completely while kissing and sucking my rosy nipples.