His hand reached under her T-shirt, bringing heat across her bare skin as it moved to greedily cup her breast.“Your breathing, it hitched.You fucking love this.”
Oh.There was something about polo-wearing, button-up Hawk Carlisle cussing that did something to her.She’d never considered herself an exhibitionist, or even someone who would be into dirty talk.Yet here she was, melting in a storage room because a man said the wordfuck.
But in the fog of her lust, it wasn’t clear what she liked more, the act or the man making her feel this way.
Her back arched against the wall.This was everything she was, the shop, her body, her pride.It was all in the palm of the hands that slipped between the elastic of her leggings and underwear.In a single breath his slender fingers glided between her wet folds.They both moaned at the contact.
“You’re so wet for me.”He sounded awestruck, even as he curled his fingers against her.“Damn.”
“What?”She was breathing fast now.The anticipation of his touch was too much.It wouldn’t take much before she fell apart.
He pulled back and met her gaze.“I don’t have…”
Don’t have what?An erection?Was he not enjoying this?Did she need to close the door?
It was clear she was supposed to know what he was saying, but her mind was too occupied with the fingers stroking her core.“Hawk!”She moaned, needing more.
“I don’t want to presume that you want more between your legs.”He breathed.“But I don’t have a condom.”
A condom.Oh.Her knees buckled at the mention of protection, the promise it represented, but right now she really, really didn’t care.“There’s time for that later.”Her fingers flexed on his bicep.The muscle was a stone of bedrock, keeping her upright.
“I’ll still make this good for you.”He breathed, lips returning to hers.
Without warning, his finger plunged inside her at the same time as his tongue.Lilian moaned at the double penetration.
Yes, yes!She shifted on her heels, rocking against him to bring more friction to her core.This was so much better than the frantic humping in her bedroom.A second finger joined the first, and god, his fingers were so long.They reached deep inside her, stroking a spot that had been dormant for so long.
“Oh god,” she groaned against his lips.
“Shh,” he whispered, “we don’t want anyone to hear us.”
“No one is here, remember?”she teased, but then his fingers pulled out, and a cry left her lips instead.
“Would you like that?If I took you here with customers in the other room?”His breath was hot against her ear.His chest pressed against her now, pinning her against the wall or she would have fallen into a heap on the floor.The images it conjured up, oh yeah.She was into it.
“Huh.”She felt him smile against her skin.“I think I like that idea as well.”His jeans brushed against her thigh, allowing her to feel the hard heat of his erection.“But today, we’ll have to settle for this.”His finger started circling her clit, stroking it faster… harder.
Lilian’s hips were working on their own cadence now, pumping against him in a frantic rhythm to bring her release.“I’m not settling,” she panted.
“I’m not either.”
There was something in those words that made her come undone.With a cry, the orgasm shook her entire being.She curled against him, clutching at his arms to stay up right, even as he kept circling her clit, milking every last bit of pleasure from her.
The aftershocks kept coming.Her lungs couldn’t get enough air for a full minute, and then the world righted itself.Slowly, Hawk’s finger stopped moving, but it stayed between her thighs, buried against her.
“Good?”he asked.
She could hear her heart hammering against her chest, her breath coming out in quick little puffs of air as she wondered how this was her life now.In a store that was barely recognizable as her mother’s cluttered shop, with a man she’d once despised.
“Yeah,” she panted, feeling breathless and beautiful and so damn hopeful for what the future held.She was better than good.For the first time, Lilian felt in charge of her life.
Eighth Week of Faire: Viking Weekend
Lilianhadworkedatthe faire long enough to both love and hate Viking Weekend.
It wasn’t exactly clear what made it so different from the other weekends.But a strange mob mentality seemed to descend on the faire grounds.The Viking actors all had a field day, wearing their best war paint, donning their animal furs and running throughout the faire.Oftentimes their… enthusiasm was contagious, resulting in an increase in trash, broken set pieces, thefts, and drinking.
This year, Hawk had increased security to try to dissuade bad actors, and the king had given the Viking crew a stern warning.Lots of legal words were thrown around, likeliability,and a sexual harassment briefing was given to all the faire workers.The entire display had Hawk’s very concise and managerial fingerprints all over it.
