Shamefully, I did look to see if he has an OnlyFans or similar account, but he doesn’t. Refocusing on Instagram, I remember he likes showing off his body and having people see what he’s doing. For instance, there’s already a selfie outside of H-E-B, telling people he’s shopping for a cozy night in.
Busted.
Ignoring the many, many offers to join him, I take a few breaths to center myself. When my heartbeat finally stabilizes, I return to the produce section and replace what I gave him, then make my way over to the checkout lanes, hoping to avoid trouble.
Trouble, however, is waiting for me. There’s only one available checkout line, and Nacho is in it. While he’s kept the vegetables in his basket, there are Twinkies by the checkout, and he’s put two—three!—of the smaller packages onto the conveyor belt.
He’s as insolent as he is gorgeous, and once more, I imagine what I’d do if he were mine.
As Nacho swipes his card to pay, he turns and spies me, startling before fixing that same little smirk on his lips. Wiggling his fingers at me, he gathers his bags and heads for the exit. I’m tempted to throw my things aside and follow him, but that’s too much, even for me.
There’s an elderly gentleman ahead of me who, thankfully, only has two items, and the gal at the checkout gets through my things pretty quickly. When I exit the store, Nacho is rounding his truck, about to get in on the driver’s side. Leaving the basket behind, I grab my bags, practically running toward him, having disagreed with myself about this particular boundary.
As he opens the door, I set down my groceries and step up to him, practically pressing against his back. He turns around, surprised, and I body him against the truck, nose to nose.
“Are those Twinkies in your bags?”
He licks his lips, his tongue dangerously close. “I told you. I eat what I want.”
“Twinkies need to be earned, and you haven’t earned those yet.”
He scans the parking lot, ignoring our closeness. He leans in and whispers, “Dr. Barlowe, you’re making a scene.”
“No, I’m not. There’s no one out here to make a scene in front of,” I insist, pressing against him.
This is the first time we’ve had full body contact, and the weight of his cock against my thigh nearly makes me lose the last withering vestige of my self-control.
Gathering myself, I step back. “You want to earn these, don’t you?” I ask, sliding one of the Twinkies out of his bag, holding it just out of his reach.
He lunges for it, and I pin him against the doorframe. “Come now, Ignacio. Wouldn’t you feel better if you earned them?”
His eyes meet mine as we share a breathless moment.
“Yes, Dr. Barlowe. I would love to earn them.”
Ticking my jaw, I wipe the sweat from his hairline. “Better. Show me your water bottle.”
He swallows thickly and then stretches to the passenger seat, his lower body still pinned by my hips. Hooking the bottle with an outstretched finger, he straightens, holding it in front of my face, proving he has, in fact, kept up with his water consumption. I take the bottle from him and unscrew the top, sniffing the contents.
“What is this?” I ask, regarding the bright lemon smell.
“It’s a calorie-free water enhancer,” he mumbles. “Plus, I add a little Topo Chico to keep it interesting.”
Watching him carefully, I take a sip. “Mm. Thisistasty. I approve.”
“You know how I live for your approval, Dr. Barlowe,” he snarks, then leans back as I stand over him.
“You giving me attitude right now?”
“No, Dr. Barlowe,” he says, comically rounding his eyes.
As much as he’s playing with me, the pulse in his neck is going off like a telegraph as his chest rises and falls rapidly against my confining weight.
The sound of birds overhead reminds me we are very much in public and I need to stop. Hell, I needed to stop in the store, and pressing my body against his is yet another line crossed. The lines are like a bag of potato chips at this point. I couldn’t stop at one if I wanted to. Crossing one makes me want to hunt down the others and obliterate them.
Taking a deep breath, I step back and open the package of Twinkies, sliding one out.
“You’ve earned this today,” I say, holding it up.
