Art moves closer to me with each question he asks.
“The slips have to be kept in a dark, dry place.”
“What are you about to do?”
“Sweet potatoes grown last season are stored in here too. I came to get a few to cook for breakfast.”
Now he stands directly in front of me with barely any space separating us.
“How do you know all this stuff?”
“I wanted to learn more, so Ricky taught me all there is to know about farming sweet potatoes. Why did you follow me in here?”
“You know why.”
“We can’t do this, Art.”
He grips my hips to pull me towards him.
“Sure we can.”
“Trevor—”
“Fuck Trevor.”
I drop the bag of sweet potatoes when his lips touch mine. A zing of electricity jolts through my core. His tongue massages the inside of my mouth. I moan into the kiss. We’re drowning in each other, our lips perfectly in sync as we share oxygen. When he exhales, I inhale. I glide my hands up his chest before pushing him away.
“Stop.”
I spin around to run from the building, forgetting all about the sweet potatoes.
“Where the fuck are you going?” he growls.
He takes hold of my long ponytail and clasps the back of my neck, swinging me around to face him. I whimper when he moves his hand from my neck to crush my jaw in a bruising grip. He resumes the kiss with force. I open my mouth to accept his invading tongue, because what the fuck else am I supposed to do?
He releases my hair to slide his hand down my back to clutch my ass. He grinds his hard length into me. I jerk my head to the side to end the kiss, but that doesn’t deter him. He kisses down the side of my neck.
“I can’t do this.” I need to think clearly.
“But you want to. I promise it’ll be our little secret.”
“No,” I groan.
I stop him the only way I know how. I scream, loud and long. He releases me, startled. I use his moment of distraction to tear away from him and make a run for it. The house is still quiet when I burst through the door, so no one heard my scream. That’s a good thing. I go to the kitchen to prep for breakfast. I’ll go back to get the sweet potatoes in a few minutes, when I’m sure Art will be gone. I wash my hands then open the refrigerator to take out what I need.
Bacon, eggs, butter…
I glance over my shoulder when I hear the kitchen door open. I place the items on the counter, never taking my eyes from him. I fully face him to prepare for what’s next.
He holds up the bag of sweet potatoes. “Where do you want these?”
That’s an unexpected question. “Put them in the sink, I have to wash them off.”
He empties the bag of sweet potatoes into the sink, then steps back. I walk over cautiously and turn on the faucet to begin washing them off. I’m nervous because my back is to him, but he’s not stupid enough to try anything, especially when anyone could walk in at any moment.
I feel the heat of him behind me before he touches me. I should’ve known not to underestimate him. He slides his hands inside my panties. I grasp the edge of the sink.
“What are you doing? Someone could come in and see us.”
