“Please do,” I start to say when his lips crush on mine, warm and firm and tasting like spice and coffee, and I moan, unable to stop myself.
So good. So much better than I ever imagined, and I have a vibrant, well-trained imagination. The way his mouth moves over mine is decadent, slow, sexy. By the time his tongue parts my lips, I’m running my hands up and down his body and sucking on his mouth like an alcoholic on
his last bottle.
Then my hands find his ass and holy mother of God, this boy is unreal. That ass is unreal. His solid, round buns fill my hands, and they flex as his hips thrust against me.
Letting me feel a very real, very solid and big hard-on.
I make a small noise against his mouth—or in his mouth, probably, because by now my tongue is halfway down his throat—and he draws slightly back, his eyes dazed.
“Oh shit.” His voice is thick and raspy. “I didn’t mean to tongue-fuck you here.”
“But elsewhere?” I ask hopefully.
“Fuck, yeah.” I like the way he says it so solemnly, like an oath.
Then the door chimes, indicating a customer has just entered, and he pulls away, adjusting himself in his pants.
Ugh. Sexy.
And I don’t know what to do now with this impossibly gorgeous guy who’s just kissed me senseless against copies of Winnie the Pooh and The Very Hungry Caterpillar.
“Gotta go,” he says, straightening his tie, and another hot bolt of desire rushes through me. “I’m already late for work. Wanna go out for a drink sometime?”
“Sure.”
And of course he then rushes out without another word, without asking for my phone number or even my last name, leaving me to deal with the fact Joel Kingsley kissed me and wants to go out with me.
***
“Forget about Jethro,” I tell Donna.
“J-Two? Why?”
“Just because.”
Joel is here, and even if it’s half my dream coming true, I should grab it with both hands, right? How can I hope for more?
Girl can’t have everything, right? That would be too much to ask. When life hands you one sex god you’ve been lusting over for years, you don’t ask, and where is the other one I wanted? You take the sex god and count your blessings.
Besides, it may even not come to that. To sex, I mean. Maybe he will change his mind. And what if I’m not really into two guys banging me? Maybe I’m over that. Maybe letting Joel fuck me will cure me of my obsession.
Maybe Brylee was right, and I’m too greedy. Maybe I’ll change my mind about wanting two guys.
Oh come on, who am I kidding? I’m not going to change my mind. What am I, crazy?
Wait, don’t answer that.
After the customers leave and the shop grows quiet again, I go and lean in the office door. “Anything new?”
“In the resume world?” Donna asks.
“Yeah. I need the distraction.” I step around her tiny, cluttered desk and look over her shoulder. “Go on. Floor me.”
“Did Joel kiss you?”
“None of your business.”