Kiara started taking some closing shifts at the hotel, since it’s too cold for catering events and she needs more work, which means she’s staying here all alone after closing hours. Which means I’m helping her clean up.
I also dream about fucking her over that bar there. But she would probably kill me, so I squeeze that idea out of my head before she sees that look on my face.
She notices me as she cleans the table after the last guests that are just leaving the restaurant area, leaving us alone. The hostess has just grabbed her bag and left as well.
Kiara gives me a quick smile as she approaches me.
“You’re early again.” She gives me that melting smile.
“I like to help.”
“Actually, instead of helping, you just make me nervous and slow me down every time,” she says, trying to sound irritated but I know she isn’t.
My little sneaky fox.
“Okay, I swear I’ll be better tonight.” I smirk at her as I circle the bar and start filling the dishwasher with glasses.
“Can you use that pretty ass of yours and bring a few wine boxes from the back?” she commands me.
I might actually turn that dream of mine into reality with her being so bossy out of nowhere. I try to hide the smug smile before heading back into the wine cellar, picking up three boxes of wine bottles and heading back to line them up in the refrigerator, preparing them for the next day.
Kiara shuts the lights off in the kitchen and walks around me behind the bar to turn off the coffee machine. I finish putting away the wine bottles and shut the refrigerator door as she’s waiting for me at the end of the bar.
When I get up, I rest my hand on the underside of the bar, looking at her.
How is it possible that she’s even hotter every time I see her? This faintly exhausted after-shift look on her might be my favorite.
Maybe because she looks slightly ruined and I’m about to make it worse.
We just stand there, looking at each other, waiting for the other to say we can head out. She takes off her ponytail, and her long, wavy hair scatters around her shoulders, wild and messy, framing her beautiful, angelic face.
I’m so fucking in love with her it’s not even healthy.
“Come here,” I say quietly, not moving, only gesturing with my eyes toward the back of the bar where my hand rests.
She approaches slowly, a smile tugging at her lips. When she reaches me, she’s so close she has to tilt her head to look up, her breath brushing against my face as mine turns shallow.
My hands slide beneath her knees, lifting her effortlessly onto the lower surface so she’s level with me. I ease her legs apart just enough to step between them, planting my hands beside her thighs as I lean in, letting my lips find her neck.
A shaky breath escapes her instantly, laced with pleasure, and she tilts her head, silently offering me more of her skin.
“Whatever you’re doing—stop. There are cameras,” she says, trying to stop me, but her voice is already cracking, giving away how much she wants me.
“I’ll hack them later,” I mumble against the skin on her collarbone.
“I had an eight-hour shift, Kasien. I need a shower,” she exhales a silent laugh.
“No, you taste fucking amazing. Let me eat you right here.” I grab her ass to press her more into me and sink my face in her chest, inhaling her, licking her skin.
I missed her so fucking much.
I’ve seen her almost every day for the last four months and the addiction is getting even worse.
“Absolutely not.”
“Wasn’t a question,” I mutter while slipping her top off quickly before she tries to protest.
I press her down onto the bar, laying her on the cold surface there and appreciating that beautiful view of her lying in front of me, legs hanging around my waist, her beautiful body wrapped in a white lacy bra. I love how white contrasts with her olive skin.
