She grins. “I love that you’d do that for me.”
I will. I’ll do bloody anything for her.
So we pull everything out, and get to work right there in the shop. I prowl around the entryway door, making sure it's locked, and look for any sign of her old bodyguard returning. He's got the decency not to show, though.
I complete the emails, and all the work that I need to do with my jobs in Paris. We're traveling there next week, so I know I need to get things going. I finish my correspondence, set up a trade, and make sure that I have contacts ready to meet me when I land. My sisters want to go, but if things go off the way they should, there won't be time for them to come with us, and certainly no time for them to do anything.
I love working alongside Bryn. She hums prettily while doing her work, and every once in a while she'll reach out and rub my neck, run her hand down my back, or squeeze my hand. She likes the physical connection, I know. So do I.
Around lunchtime, she stands and stretches. I shut off my phone and beckon her over to me.
“C’mere,” I say, needing more than a little back rub.
“What?” she asks warily.
“Bryn…”
She bites her lip and walks closer. When she’s right in front of me, I take her by the hand, and tuck her onto my lap. I nuzzle my face in her hair, breathing her in. She smells so fucking good. Her arms come around my neck, and I silently hold her. I want to fuck her again. I want so much more.
“Do we have time for a lunch break?” I ask, thinking how close we are to the flat I rented.
“Not much,” she says wistfully. “I was thinking I’d grab a granola bar…”
I run my fingers along her legs, massaging her thigh, her calf, then back up again to her thighs.
“I can’t eat a fucking granola bar and call that a meal.”
She giggles. “Then don’t call it that.”
“You know what I mean.”
She nods. “We can order a proper lunch.”
“Let’s do that, then.”
Half an hour later, we’re back to work, only now we’re happily munching curry over white rice while we do it. I actually let her talk me into a vegetarian one, and it isn’t half bad. I pull out all the green vegetables, and she pricks them with her fork and eats them.
“Seriously? Those were on my fork.”
She swallows and pierces another veggie bit. “Mac, I’ve had your cock in my mouth. I really don’t mind.”
Jesus.
I chuckle, and pull her closer to me. “You have,” I whisper in her ear.
“So then,” she whispers back, “I reckon eating your leftover greens is fine.”
I can tell she’s as turned on as I am, the way her pulse races and her hands feel clammy in mine. I can tell how badly she wants this.
“Good girl,” I whisper in her ear, as I part her legs and run my thumb over the fabric that separates her pussy from me. She opens her legs even wider, and I take my chance.
I stroke her right over her clothes, firmly and steadily, circling my thumb and watching as her hips jerk and her body tightens as she gets more and more aroused. I lean my mouth to her ear.
“There are so many things I want to do to you.”
“Tell me.”
“I want to tie you up and gag you.”
