I take a few moments to breathe in his familiar scent, squeezing him tight before I reluctantly let go. “You have ten minutes to show him what you know and then I need my employee back.”
He smiles at me. “You got it.”
Never in a million years would I have guessed that Lucas would give Kyle another chance. But the two are getting along.
Small miracles do happen.
~ ~ ~
“I’m closing up shop early today,” Penny tells me a few days later as we wipe down tables.
“For what?” I ask. Her parents would do this every once in a while when they were constantly at the shop, but it was few and far between.
“For us. I asked my parents if they could take Autumn for the rest of the afternoon, and we are going to have some girl time before I send you back to Mr. Hot Cop. Plus, there’s nobody in here and the afternoons are getting increasingly slow, so I thought we could hang out.”
I raise a brow at her. “Hot Cop? Where do you come up with these names?” I chuckle.
“He kind of puts off cop vibes but it makes sense since he’s a bodyguard. And you know me, my creativity knows no bounds. Are you down to hang out though?”
“Of course. I could use some girl time that doesn’t involve only a few minutes at work. The last few weeks have been crazy, and we need to catch up.”
We get everything closed down and cleaned up and then head upstairs to Penny's apartment. Her place has toys scattered all over the living room and dishes are piled in the sink, but it screams of love.
“Pick a bottle.” Penny holds out a bottle of red wine and a bottle of tequila.
“Are you trying to get me drunk? Tequila this early?”
“It’s five o’clock somewhere. I wasn’t sure if I needed to liquor you up to get all the details about your new relationship out of you.”
“Tequila it is.” I grab the bottle and head to the cupboard where I know she keeps the shot glasses. I don’t plan to get wasted, but a shot or two would help loosen me up for thisconversation. “And it’s not a relationship. We’re just…messing around.”
“Mhmm,” she hums, unimpressed with my statement, and opens the fridge to pull out a charcuterie board.
“Did you plan this in advance? Why so fancy?” I ask as I pour two shots.
“I did. Sorry I sprung it on you, but I really couldn’t wait for our biweekly meet-up,” she says as she pops a red grape into her mouth.
I go for a cracker and some brie so I have something in my stomach before we get too crazy, and then I hand her a shot glass and we cheers. “To getting dicked! I hope it happens to me soon,” she chants, and I bark out a laugh. We clink our shots together and then down the hatch they go. We both flinch as the warm liquid burns our throats.
“So, how bigishis dick. He has big hands, so…” Her eyebrows dance up and down.
I really shouldn’t divulge this information but who else am I going to tell? I hold my hands out about nine inches apart and fold my lips in to try and stifle a smile.
“No fucking way!” she yells. “I knew you were a lucky bitch, but I didn’t know you were that lucky. Tell me everything,” she demands and pours us another shot.
And I do. I start by telling her about his plan to get my camera back for me and the kiss in the car. And then, I tell her about the rest of the weekend. I even tell her about him licking my asshole.
“Oh my God, did you like it? That’s so taboo.” Her eyes are wide with curiosity.
I can feel my cheeks heat and I cover my face and nod my head. “It was so hot. Completely unexpected. But it felt really good. And he was super into it. He’s been doing it to me every time he goes down on me now.”
She groans dramatically. “You are living every woman's dream, I’m telling you. So, what’s it like going down on him? Can you even fit it in your mouth?”
I shake my head. “I haven’t done that yet. He’s been super into my pleasure and making sure I come but I haven’t put my mouth on him. To be honest, I’m a little afraid too. It’s so big and what if I do it wrong.”
“As long as you don’t bite it, I don’t think you can suck a dick wrong. Use your hand and stroke it as you suck.”
“And how the fuck do you know that, Ms. I’m Basically a Virgin Myself.”
