The heat hasn’t left my cheeks all night.
I’m able to get a lot of my closing duties done before the last table pays their tabs. Counting the till takes me five minutes, along with doing the nightly report, and while I’m doing that, Nick starts putting the chairs on the table for me.
“You don’t have to do that,” I tell him.
Nick comes around the edge of the bar, takes me by the waist, and brings my mouth to his. The kiss catches me off guard, but I lean into it as if I haven’t seen him in months.
“The quicker we close up, the quicker I get to have dessert,” he says once we’ve parted. “And I’mstarving.”
My thighs tighten, pussy already whimpering as I recall his face between my legs earlier. That had been so fucking hot. I’m almost regretting making him stop, but knowing he’ll likely take his time once we’re alone helps me keep my shit together.
“Okay,” I manage.
I finish the report just in time to hear Nick ask where the broom and dustpan is. I’m honestly taken aback by the fact that he’s helping out. It’s a nice change, and unexpected one that really makes me even more excited for tonight.
Anyone else would sit there, watch me finish, and then talk about me satisfying them after.
Nick… All he’s talked about is him pleasuring me first.
The bar is on the lowest setting, I swear.
I show him where the broom is, and he steals another kiss when he takes it off the wall. Every time his lips meet mine, it takes a few seconds for me to recover. It’s like I can’t fully catch my breath, and I don’t know that I care to. I’ll stay breathless if it means he continues making me feel this way.
There’s a lump in my throat the entire time I’m mopping the floor. I can feel his eyes on me, feel him already peeling my clothes off so he can have me the way he did in that bathroom.
“And… Finished,” I say once I’ve clocked out on the computer.
Nick leans over the bar, watching me close out the screen like it’s a countdown. I clear my throat, unsure of what to do with myself.
“Finally.” His gaze moves from my eyes to my lips. “Should I walk you home?”
“I thought you were starving,” I say.
“I heard Chester. Didn’t want to get you in trouble,” he says as he glances up at the camera above the bar.
“So… the bathroom is fair game but fucking in the open is against the rules,” I taunt.
His smile widens. “Do you want to be on camera?”
“I mean, maybe not this one,” I say with an upward nod. “Personal camera though…”
Nick leans over the bar and kisses me hard. “I can’t wait to get you across that table,” he whispers.
I’m flushed when we part. I try not to look like a giddy teenager when I grab my bag from under the counter, then meet him at the door to lock up. He takes my bag from my arm and pushes it up on his own without saying anymore than, “I got you,” and I playfully shake my head at him.
“You realize I’ve been on my own for practically my entire life, right? If this is chivalry?—”
Nick frowns. “You think me holding your bag is chivalry?” He scoffs. “No good relationship begins with them making your life harder. Any partner should be an addition, not an imposition.”
I stare at him for a beat. “You are so getting a blowjob tonight.”
He brings me closer and kisses my temple. “Get the bar off the floor, angel. You deserve the Eiffel Tower.”
Chapter 8
Blaze
Pack is still eyeing me warily as we walk to Juniper’s place. She isn’t growling, but she definitely isn’t letting me out of her sight. I don’t blame her. I wouldn’t let something like me near my human either.
