His hands, having done the job with his shorts, are now pulling my shirt from my body. It goes over my head and I almost drop the condom in my hand. Silas groans as he pulls the tiny cups of my bra down to expose my breasts. There’s not much there, I know, but I’m not worried about that right now. Not with the way he’s looking at me and licking his lips.
I glance down at his hard cock between us, admiring the length and girth, a slight tilt to the left. I wrap my finger and thumb around the head and give it a firm tug. There’s something deliciously dirty about his pants being around his ankles while he has me pinned to the wall. Silas grunts and drops his head to kiss his way up my neck. The fine hair on his chest tickles my skin.
“No time for that, storm cloud. Make it quick,” he growls against my skin, giving back my own words.
I can barely get the packet open, but I manage it eventually, placing it on the tip and rolling it downward. I can feel Silas’s shiver as I go and it makes me feel powerful. Before I can tease him any further, Silas lifts me higher up, my back still against the wall and my legs around his waist. He tugs my lacy black underwear to the side and he’s right there, the head of his cock teasing my entrance but not giving me what I want.
“You sure, Betsy Mae?” Silas sounds like it’s taking everything in him to pause.
I grin up at him, already dripping wet. It’s been two weeks of constant Silas, battling back my attraction for him. To know he wants me too is enough to have me out of my mind with need.
“Give it to me, Silas,” I whisper.
His answering grin is downright lecherous. He dips his head and claims my lips again, tongue dipping into my mouth the same time he pushes inside my body. The stretch is delicious and so is his grunt when he bottoms out. He pauses there, trembles racking both our bodies. Then his lips are teasing mine and his hips are flexing while he pistons in and out of my body in a mad rush for the orgasm that’s already barreling toward us. There’s no finesse and no room for sweet things to be said.
It’sfuckingand it’s exactly what I wanted.
His pelvic bone grinds against my clit each time he presses fully into me. One of his hands is branded to my hip and the other is twisting the hell out of my nipple. It hurts so good I’m whimpering. How the man can kiss me while doing everything else is one of life’s great mysteries.
Suddenly Silas pulls back just enough to glance down at our connected bodies. I flutter my eyes open to watch him. His face is flushed and his eyes are wild and lazy at the same time. Each time he sinks into me, his lips twitch with a grin. To know he likes what he sees is enough to send me flying over the edge. My whimpers turn louder and then his thumb is right there, pressing against my clit and making it last even longer.
The second I go quiet and limp he removes his thumb to grab my hips. He flexes into me one last time and groans, his forehead coming to mine, his panting exhales the only sound in the room. We stay locked together like that, both of us breathing hard for several minutes. Then Silas lifts his head and gives me a brilliant smile.
He opens his mouth to say something, but a knock from way out in the front of the boutique has me gasping. Silas closes his eyes for a moment, but then opens them, all business. He pulls out of me in a hurry, stepping back to set me on my feet and pull up his shorts. He takes care of the condom and finds his shirt. All the while, he looks at me righting my bra and putting on my shirt, his eyes still hooded with lust.
He crowds me against the wall again, oblivious to the second knock at the door that has my heart hammering in my chest. He cups my jaw with one hand, dips down and kisses me quickly.
He locks eyes with me and I want him all over again. “Don’t clean up. I want to know you still feel me between your legs as you’re working.”
And with that astonishing demand, he leaves the break room to answer the door and open up the shop.
I clunk my head back against the wall and try to breathe.
Heaven help me, that was hot. Arguably the best sex of my life.
And I want it again.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Silas
The customer walksout having purchased a dress from the new items we just ordered. She seems enthusiastic about the design, claiming she’s going to come back with her best friend. I hope she does.
But maybe later.
After I have more private time with Betsy.
Jesus, Lord on high. That was ridiculously hot. I’ve never been intofuckingas Betsy puts it. I’m a wine-and-dine-and-kiss-on-the-first-date kind of guy. I do enjoy making love to a woman I’ve gotten to know, love, and trust, but those qualifications mean my body count is fairly low. When Betsy first suggested our little arrangement, I was a trifle offended. But then she made a valid point about neither one of us wanting a relationship and she looked so damn cute doing it, I caved.
And I’m really glad I did.
Another customer comes in, the bell ringing out and pulling me from my thoughts. This time, I don’t know the woman, which makes sense when she tells me she’s here for orientation atthe college with her freshman daughter. The lack of a Southern accent should have tipped me off. She picks out several items that are perfect for Angel game days.
“Hey, Betsy!” I call out. The curtain between the boutique and the storage room shifts and Betsy appears.
“Can you help with the fitting room real quickie—I mean, quickly?” I keep my friendly smile in place, always the professional.
The tips of Betsy’s ears go red again, but her hair and clothing are put back together, more’s the pity. Almost as if I’d never been there. Then she takes a few steps forward and I can see she’s walking differently.
