My hands slid under his waistband and shimmied those sweats and briefs past his hips until they puddled at his ankles. Perfect washboard abs. That delicious V leading to the most beautiful dick I’d ever seen greeting my hungry eyes. Where only moments ago his eyes glinted black with anger, they now turned hazy with lust as he tugged my joggers down. I dug my fingers into those powerful biceps and pulled him closer. He dipped his head and took my mouth, bruising my lips with his hard, demanding kisses. I wrapped my fingers around his cock, which pulsed beneath my touch.
“Fuck, your mouth is fire,” he grunted, hips thrusting, his leaking cock sliding in and out of my hand. He yanked down my briefs and tugged my shaft. “Give me your dick.”
That bossy tone turned me on, and I rutted into his fist, moaning his name.
“Keston, fuck me, Keston.” I nipped his shoulder, and he stiffened and came hot and heavy, coating my hand. He increased the pressure along my throbbing length while sucking my tongue, and my vision blurred as I broke apart in the most intense climax of my life. He held me tight, fingers stroking my naked skin while I regained my equilibrium.
We stayed locked to each other, our hearts pounding. I was sleepy and content and laid my head on his shoulder. His teeth scraped against my jaw before taking my earlobe and sucking it. My swirling brain came together, and I wondered if he was going to kick me out or fuck me.
“I’m just around the corner,” he whispered.
“Are you inviting me home with you?”
“Unless you want me to do you here,” he growled, and I could have sworn my dick twitched.
“Mmm, I’m not sure. Could be sexy, me bent over the table.” His breath hitched, and I licked his collarbone. “What do you say?”
He reached for me, and I heard a noise from the front of the shop.
“Keston? Are you here? Keston?”
He pushed me off him and jumped away, eyes wild with shock. I stumbled several steps, my feet tangled in my clothes. Keston pulled up his sweats and wiped his hands on some paper towels.
“Stay here.”
I nodded and reached for my briefs and pants while he slipped out of the office and shut me in. With my clothing straightened and my hands clean, I carefully opened the door a crack, and peered out. A lanky man stood near the front of the shop. Their quiet voices didn’t reach far enough for me to hear what they were saying, and I grew more frustrated by the minute as they continued to talk, Keston laughing as if I wasn’t standing and waiting for him.
Why the hell was Keston hiding me in here?
Chapter Three
Keston
My body still buzzing from that mind-blowing orgasm, I collected myself and forced an easy smile to my lips.
“What’re you doing here? I thought you had plans.”
Seeing Ambrose in the shop freaked me out a little. Frankly, the fact that I’d just had sex in my shop did as well, but this Bailey guy flipped my switch. I’d had to touch him, and when I did, it was as if I’d become possessed. The more I had of him, the more I wanted.
“Carly’s got a stomach bug, so we had to cancel our plans. She’s moaning and groaning and told me to leave her alone, so I was heading to your place to see if you wanted to grab some dinner. Then I saw the lights on. What the hell are you still doing here? It’s, like, over half an hour after closing.”
Thinking fast, I shrugged. “I had a late walk-in, and we got to talking after I did his work. I was cleaning up and decided to do some paper work.” That sounded plausible. I hoped. Meanwhile I could smell Bailey on me and wondered if Ambrose could as well.
“So what do you say? We could get some Italian or maybe Indian? I’m down for anything.”
What I was down for was dark-haired, blue-eyed, about six feet, one ninety, with a killer tongue and a dick I wanted in my mouth. But that wasn’t gonna happen now.
“Yeah. I was just in the middle of something I gotta finish. Get us a table, and I’ll be there in like ten, fifteen minutes, tops.”
He settled against the front counter. “I can wait. It’s no big deal.”
Fuck.
“All right. I’ll be ready in a few.”
How the fuck was I gonna sneak Bailey out of here? I couldn’t tell Ambrose I had a guy with me in the shop. Not only was it unprofessional, but Ambrose hated lawyers with a passion, especially since his brother, Lucas, had gotten convicted in a drug possession case and was serving time. I’d asked Grady to take a look at it, and he said criminal law wasn’t his specialty but from a cursory inspection of the file, the lawyer should’ve probably had Lucas plea to a lesser charge. Ambrose didn’t like that answer, insisting his brother was innocent.
I returned to the room, where Bailey had gotten dressed and was waiting for me with an annoyed face. “Why am I hiding in here?”
