I guess I was just a one night stand. My unanswered texts from Monday are still sitting at “read”.
It’s stupid to think there was more between us.
“How many times did you jack off this week thinking about me?” Her sultry voice hits me from behind as her hands wrap my waist.
Her hot touch makes me freeze, elbow deep in dough.
“A lot,” I quietly admit.
Is this the way it will be?
Blood rushes to my crotch as her fingers move along the low waist of my jeans.
“Me too. My toys just aren’t the same.” She threads her hands under my loose t-shirt to drag her nails lightly down my chest before she pulls away.
Picking up the pizza from the end of the conveyor, she slides it onto a tray, then twirls back out through the swinging door.
What the fuck?
Am I a secret?
Seems to be.
The bell over the main entrance rings a few times, followed by the conversation noise rising from the bar.
Crap. Up for a busy night.
Probably for the better. It’ll help keep me distracted.
She brisks in with another pile of tickets that she tacks to the counter. “You’re staying the night tonight.”
Funny how she can say that without even looking at me.
“I am?” I feel like I’m on a roller coaster.
Leaning against the edge, her fingers tangle in my shirt to pull me closer. “Yep.” Then her soft mouth brushes lightning over mine for an instant. “Weekends you’re mine.”
Then she’s gone again.
Damn.
She might be up and down.
But I’m along for the ride.
Chapter 24
Val
Do I feel alittle guilty I ignored his texts during the week?
Of course.
But he needs to learn right away we aren’t athing.
It’s just a good time. We’ll just enjoy ourselves for a while. No harm in that.
Then why did my entire body fill with static the moment he walked in the door?
