“Then let’s do it,” I say.
With one arm, Davis lifts me, and I’m in the air, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Fuck yeah,” he says, pressing his forehead against mine. “Stay just like that.”
“Just like this?” The pressure between my legs that started when he stepped out of his car is rising. Spreading outwards through my limbs like caramel cut with cocaine. I wriggle, settling my pussy more firmly against the front of his jeans. “You don’t want me to move? At all?”
“Jesus,” he gasps. “You horny little tease. You’re gonna kill me.”
“I thought you said I could fuck you into extinction?”
He laughs, his dick thickening beneath the denim. “God, yes, please do it.”
“Where?” I pant. “You’re parked out the front of a hotel?”
“Who cares?” he says, cupping my ass and letting me ride his bulge with every step he takes towards the eighties Mercedes he restored all by himself.
“The cops might?” I manage as he piles me into the passenger seat. “But there’s a spot just on the hill where people sometimes?—”
“How far?”
“Two minutes?”
Davis swears as he gets behind the wheel. A second later, we’re there, hands still all over each other as he parks in the old lover’s lane.
Davis turns off the engine, then reaches down and fiddles with something beside me. My seat shifts backward, and then he’s on top of me, mouth on mine.
“I wanted this to be better for you,” he mutters between kisses.
“I just want this to happen,” I pant. “Anywhere. Now.”
He groans. “Fuck, you taste good.”
“Champagne.”
“No. You.” He lifts his head, pinning me with his gaze. He bearsdown with his lower half, and desire floods me. I whimper, shifting under him, but his hips keep me in place, locked between soft leather and hard dick.
“What are you doing?” I whine.
“Looking at you.”
“Now who’s being a tease?”
“Me?” His voice is rough, choked. “How can you say that? Fuck, Cece. Do you know how long I’ve waited to have you like this?”
“Since the office?”
“Fuck the office. Since I saw a plumber’s van outside the pub, and walked in to check out what was happening. You were standing in the middle of a construction site wearing leggings that looked painted on and the biggest smile I’d ever seen. I came back every night for a month until that dickhead had a go, and you finally noticed me.”
My legs stop squirming. “That was a year ago.”
“Yeah.”
“You’ve wanted to fuck me for a year?”
He just looks at me.
“Um...” Pieces swirl in my head, snippets of my life over the last twelve months snap into place, and I see it. Davis, there. Through it all. Through the rebrand and the renovations, the fuckery with the landlord, and the pushback when I had to put up the prices on mixed drinks. The time Aggie got sick, he told everyone we were only doing pizza and fries, then put on an apron and started making them himself.
