“Your lipstick is smudged,” he says.
“It happens when I bite my lips.” And drool over you.
He moves to stand beside me and lifts his hand. Slowly. Carefully, like he’s weighing my reaction. Then he puts his thumb on the side of my mouth, swiping away the smudge. Swiping away my common sense.
Just do him, my body says. Do him and walk away. No ties.
I stand abruptly, shoving my chair away with the backs of my legs.
I’m on fire. I need him to fill the empty space between my legs.
He moves a step closer or hell, maybe it was me, but our bodies brush. His hand settles on my waist, his fingers curling in, holding me possessively.
And my phone rings. Dammit. I scramble to answer, then turn to Kannen after the call ends. “It’s Miss Ethel. She just pulled into the lot and will be here in a minute.”
I glance at the front of his jeans. There’s clear evidence he wants me.
He glances at my T-shirt where my nipples are announcing their presence. It’s clear evidence I want him.
Kannen quickly takes a seat while I open the door and then move out of the way to wave Miss Ethel in.
“Oh no, darling, I don’t need to come in. I just wanted to make sure I returned these. I don’t have any use for them. Wish I did, but that ship doesn’t leave the dock anymore.”
I hold out my hand, and she puts a load of condom packets into it.
“I took my wallet out at the doctor’s office and a slew of them fell at my feet. The whole waiting room saw.”
“Oh no. I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry? Don’t be. I laughed my ass off.” She chuckles while recounting, “That old biddy Louise was there, and she gasped so hard she damn near swallowed her dentures. Now she’s telling anyone who’ll listen that I’ve got a sausage addiction and what a shame it is at my age. I’m thinking of buying a miniskirt, bending over, and shaking my wobbly ass in front of her.”
I laugh because I wouldn’t put it past Miss Ethel to do exactly that.
“Anyway, hon, I’m just returning your property. I’m sure you’ll find use for them.” She winks, then heads back to her car.
I shut the door, then walk over to the table and drop the condoms in the center. They skitter across it with a couple coming to rest in front of Kannen.
He grins. “Well, darlin’, that’s quite the invitation.”
Chapter 4
Kannen
“I’m subtle like that,” she says.
“Then I’d like to RSVP so you can think about the seating arrangements.”
Stormy laughs. “And just where do you prefer to sit?”
I stand and walk over to her. Putting my hands on her hips, feeling the thrill of that to my bones, I tug her close. “Anywhere that you are. I’ll be your chair.”
And she makes one of my fantasies come true right then when she loops her arms around my neck, pressing her beautiful tits against me.
“I do like sitting down,” she says.
I lower my head, my heart pounding like thunder during a fierce summer storm. I brush my lips across hers. A wish I’ve wanted for years is coming true.
She kisses me back like she’s been waiting to do it all her life.
