“What?” I asked, pulling away.
“Why are you so good to me?” She looked up at me with those beautiful bluish hazel eyes that made my breath catch.
“I think?—”
“Beau!”
Sandy yelled breaking us apart just in time before she opened the door peeking in.
“What’s up?” I checked my apron.
“Joe wants to talk to you,” she said. “We also had a few groups come in, so chop chop, girl.”
“Oh, calm ya self,” Iris said, following me out of the break room.
I already knew what Joe wanted to talk to me about. Being late was the most serious infraction unless you were one of the mean girls.
For a weekday, the flow of customers was steady, and the best part was getting on the bull with Iris. She loosened up after Sandy and I convinced her to do a shot with us when one of our tables complained to Joe about the food. While he dealt with the customers, we cheered to our youth and downed a shot of whiskey. Riding together was becoming addicting, seeing her moving those hips, each time the memory was seared into my brain for hours giving me plenty of spank bank material. At one point, I felt more familiar eyes on us, and I wondered if Nash had come to take a peek at us.
I rode the bull with a few other people, giving everyone a good show and once eleven hit, most of the crowd had left. Joe bounced at that time too, leaving Sandy, Iris and I to clean up the bar after we closed at twelve.
“Are you ok if I tell Sandy to leave?” Iris asked. “We are almost done and well, she needs to get home to her family.”
“Yeah, tell her to get out of here,” I said, knowing she needed to get home to go take care of her family
I admired the hell out of Sandy, stepping up and taking care of her family. She never complained, at least I never heard her. I was glad her brother and sister had someone like her to take care of them.
“Thank you!” Sandy yelled as she left.
I waved goodbye, lifting a chair up onto the table so we could mop. Iris waved as she helped me to put the chairs up, heading to the bar to raise the music. I had never closed the bar with justher, it was always closing with a group of people, but I liked this. I knew it was more work, but it didn’t matter because I would rather close the bar with Iris any day than deal with Joe and those judgy women.
A song began playing that made Iris instantly start to sing along to as she wiped down the bar. I grabbed the mop, wrung it out, and started at the furthest end. We worked together in silence and as I finished mopping, she was swaying her hips to some Beyonce song. Iris enraptured me with her dancing, completely oblivious of her appeal. It's what made her so damn beautiful.
I finished, putting the mop away and going through what other tasks needed to be done. Shutting the closet, I turned around to see Iris right behind me with a broom.
“We forgot this,” she said as I opened the closet again.
She brushed past me. I should have moved, but I didn’t. I should have been a gentleman, but I didn’t want to be. I should have walked away, but the way she was looking at me…
“Beau,” she said breathily.
“Tell me no,” I said softly.
She took a deep breath. “What if I don’t want to?”
“Last chance,” I said. “I can only be good for so long so if you don’t want to be unfaithful to your?—”
She didn’t let me finish my sentence, pressing her pillowy lips against mine. My brain short-circuited for a second because I didn’t think she would make the first move. I slid my hand around her waist bringing her closer, kissing her harder, my tongue pleading for entrance softly before she opened up for me.
She sighed, going pliant in my arms as I pushed us into the wall. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me in closer and I kissed her harder. I groaned when she hooked her leg over my hip, sucking my tongue into her mouth. My cock was instantly hard. I was slowly losing any reason why I shouldn’t geton my knees for her, show her how good I could make her feel and make her forget about her husband.
I ground my hips into hers, needing more. “Iris.”
She mewled as my hands roamed her body, grabbing a handful of her ass, the other hand traveling up her torso and grabbing her breast. Iris moaned, rolling her hips against my cock, arousal shooting up my spine.
“Yes, Beau,” she gasped when I thrust against her.
“Iris, this is your last chance, I…I?—”
