Watching Aspen work has to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Aside from watching her bend over in those fuck-me black pants she has on, her confidence and elegance in this space is unmatched. She’s a god damn dream, and I’m not sure I’ve ever worked harder just to make sure I wasn’t letting her down.
Refilling salad?
Check.
Need more bread?
Already done.
Daydreamed about bending her over the stainless steel workbench and eating her sweet pussy on my knees?
That one had forced me to readjust my dick.
Twice.
“Oh, Aspen,” Mrs. Gardner says while holding both of Aspen’s hands in hers, “thank you so much for tonight. It was perfect.” She beams and a sense of pride fills my chest at the praise for my girl.
Because she is mine—whether she’s still mad at me or not. I’m not letting her go.
Not when I haven’t had her yet.
“It’s our pleasure,” I hear Aspen say, and I offer Mrs. Gardner a rehearsed—and approved—smile that has her blushing, and not just from the drinks tonight.
“Oh! Will you come out into the hall, Aspen? We have a little something for you, and a couple of the ladies were wondering if you have a card…”
Their voices trail off as they disappear through the swinging door, and I get to work cleaning the dishes and trays before stacking them on the workbench and wiping down the space.
“Well,” Aspen says with the wave of a champagne bottle and a little laugh as she walks back into the kitchen, “those ladies are quitespiritedout there.”
“The holidays will do that to you,” I say, leaning back against the counter and crossing my arms over my chest. Her gaze latches on to my forearms and the tattoos peeking out from under my shirt sleeve. “Eyes are up here, baby,” I taunt, and now Mrs. Gardner isn’t the only one blushing in my presence.
“Can’t be helped. You’re just that distracting.”
“How much longer until I have your full attention?” I ask, the question low and gravelly even to my own ears.
Aspen licks her lips and holds out an envelope. “They gave us a tip and,”—she pauses and I physically have to hold back from sayingI’ve got a tip for you—“I want Thai and to drink this champagne on the couch.”
“And then?”
“And then we’ll see if you’re impressive enough to get another shot.”
“I’m feelin’ good about my odds.”
“Must be the shirt,” she says with a wink, and I grin.
“Must be.”
“Shit,”Aspen says as she parks the Taste of Magnolia in her driveway and kills the engine. “I have to grab something out of the back, then we can go inside.”
I nod, because I’m too keyed up to do anything else. Whether she meant to or not, her hand had found my thigh on the way home, the featherlight touch driving me damn near the brink of insanity.
The cool night air does nothing to curb the way my body craves her. I know the second we’re inside she’s going to strip out of her clothes, and I just can’t let her do that without a taste.
Opening the back door, she climbs in, and leaving the champagne and takeout on the ground behind me, I follow her in and slam the door. She startles, whirling around as my hands cup her face and my mouth crashes over hers.
She moans, the sound reverberating around the enclosed space as I maneuver us until her back is pressed to the door.
“You were so damn sexy tonight,” I breathe as I kiss and lick my way down her neck, my hand snaking up under her sweater to cup her breast. “Tell me I can. Fuck, Baby, I’ll beg if I have to.”
