Page 15 of Pucks and Books

Now.

His fingers dig into the backs of my thighs as he kisses me through my panties before running his tongue along every swollen inch of my core. He is sampling me, and fucking hell, I want him to devour me. Put me out of my misery, blow my fucking mind, and make me his.

I’m on autopilot as I take her payment and hand her the bag. I grin widely at her. “Have a beautiful day. I’ll see you Tuesday?”

“Absolutely! Have a great day, Louisa.”

Once the door shuts, I lean back and look down at him. His eyes meet mine, all dark and hooded, and I watch as he runs his nose up against my lips. “Louisa.”

Oh, my name on his lips has me almost igniting on the spot.

“Yes?”

“Take a lunch break.”

Disappointment runs through me. I can always eat, but I’d rather carry on with this. “Oh.”

His lips curve, his teeth flashing at me and causing my toes to curl. “Oh, don’t be disappointed. We aren’t getting food.”

“No?”

“No, my lunch is this pretty pussy right here.”

Heat pools in said pussy before it starts throbbing hard for him. His eyes are so dark, his lips swollen from our kisses and turned up in a sexy and full-of-promises way. He licks his lips, and I almost come undone. My voice sounds like I’m choking on gravel when I say, “I’ll lock the front. You lock the back?”

I don’t know who moves the fastest, but the next thing I know, I’m running to the front while he runs to the back. I almost start to tear my clothes off, but I don’t want to seem too eager. But really, that ship may have sailed. Oh, who the hell cares! Though, I keep my clothes on. I start toward the back, not wanting to wait for him. When I round the corner, he is turning back from locking the door, and then his eyes fall on me. He runs his hands over his mouth, taking me in.

“You are fucking gorgeous.” My heart swells before he points to the chair. “Sit.”

I can’t breathe, and my pussy is throbbing to the point of pain. “There? That’s your chair.”

“I know. I want you in my chair, so when I sit there in the future, I’ll have the memory of your pussy on my lips.”

How I am even standing at this point is a miracle, but little does he know, he doesn’t have to ask twice.

So, I sit down, swinging my legs like a kid waiting for a treat.

Though, my treat is over six feet tall and with a sinful mouth that is making me the ultimate promise.

Pleasure.

CHAPTER 10

Ciaran

Did I have the intention of devouring Louisa when I walked in?

I think I may have, which is a huge problem but one I am promptly ignoring as I look her over while she sits in my chair. Her legs swing back and forth in excitement, and her face is flushed and so damn gorgeous. I love her nose, how it turns up a bit at the end. But most of all, I love how her eyes change with the desire swirling deep in them. She’s wiggling with anticipation, and my cock can’t take it. I grip myself, shaking my head as I drink her in.

“Did you know I’ve been coming to this shop for two months?”

Her mouth parts a bit, her legs stopping. “No way.”

“Yup. I always come through the back, and you never notice me.”

A blush fills her cheeks. “I don’t know how.”

“You’re busy, a hard worker,” I say on a groan as I adjust myself.

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