Page 10 of Passion in Store

When I turn back, she’s lying against the cushions. Oh, so beautiful. Her legs are open so I can see the glossy shine there. She is so wet for me. She’s holding her breasts together and this does me in. I walk back on my knees to get ready for her. She reaches for my balls and cups them as I roll on the condom and lower myself down. I need her in my arms, I need to crush her against me, I need her lips in mine. I grasp her and groan as I angle my cock to her opening.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Oh, Connor, please, I need you to go deep.” She reaches up and her fingers lock on to each side of my hips, pulling me in.

My arm supports me while I get close. I kiss her softly and ease into the hot tightness of her. It’s too much for her—she’s tiny. But she’s not holding back. I adjust and gather her next to me, pushing in further.

“Deeper, Connor.” I can’t believe the grip and the pull of her. I’m holding her close, completely within my arms. She’s small but she’s the perfect size for me. I lean down to her mouth, kissing her upturned face as I thrust up. We fit perfectly. I stroke her soft skin, feel her all over. I push, I thrust. Slowly, and then faster. She moans against my mouth, driving me on.

When I’m deep inside her, I feel her twinge, and I know she’s coming. She’s puffing a soft moan that makes me crazy. I can’t hold back. I’m carnal, my body taking over in that incredible moment. I hang on for dear life and plunge as she mews. I feel myself release and go with it, and she comes too. Our eyes meet and I see her wonder at me, and then we collapse together in the waves of it as our bodies and minds share this special connection. We lie back and kiss each other softly, getting our breaths back.

The sunset on the outside of the tent shades a golden glow inside as I stroke Minnie’s arm. Her head is still on my chest, but then she looks up. She’s got devotion in her eyes.

I’m so smitten with this lovely girl, my heart swells in my chest and I take deep breaths, enjoying how pumped I feel, how much I want to protect her from anything bad, how much I want to take care of her.

“I’ve brought some strawberries and some champagne as well as some cheese and crackers. Would you like something now?” I ask her as she arranges the cushions to a comfy reclining position.

“Mmmm, yes please. I’d love a little something.” She strokes my leg and I get another twinge, but we should rest and eat for a while.

After our picnic, we lie together talking. She’s smiling up at me as we share ideas and dreams for what we want to achieve, giving each other encouragement and support.

Watching her beautiful body against mine, it’s so natural to stroke her, to caress her contours, and it’s inevitable that with two flammable substances so close, we burn for each other again and again.

We stay all night, finishing the food I brought, sleeping in each other’s arms.

“I wish we didn’t have to go,” she says when the sun is starting to warm the tent and I pack up the cushions.

“We’ve run out of food and water, my lovely, and from now on, I’m watching out for things like that. I’ve got you,” I say, giving her a lingering kiss, also wishing this time hadn’t come to an end.

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When Jimmy doesn’t turn up for his PT appointment on Monday morning, I worry about the effect it’s going to have on Minnie’s day at Roasters. I go looking for him at the café and I’m furious when I find out that he’s not there either. Minnie is all by herself on the hectic morning shift and I see she’s close to tears, running around frantically with the café full of customers—no sign of Jimmy, no sign of Paige. How could Jimmy be so thoughtless and let her down like this?

I see Tor is in the line as well, and I remember what she said to me about being too generous and always covering for an asshole like Jimmy. I decide right then that I’m not going to do that anymore. My heart goes out to my Minnie, but my anger is outpacing it.

I call out to Tor loudly from the doorway. “Tor! What’s going on? Did you see him? I can’t believe it, this situation is ridiculous—I’m going to end it now.” A sea of faces turn towards me. They are pretty testy with the wait, I can see. Most of them know me from the gym and their expressions show surprise. I guess I don’t raise my voice very often.

I glance at Minnie. She’s looking at me in utter confusion, but I’m too mad to stop. I have to find him now, make him answer for this. I call out to Tor again. “Sorry Tor, can you help Minnie? I have to go.”

I turn and leave. I have to find Jimmy and give him a dose of truth before I lose the will to tell him how I really feel about his selfishness.

Chapter 10

Minnie

“You just take the orders. I’ll rustle them up. We can power through.” Tor comes around the counter, grabs an apron, and puts it on.

“But what about Connor? Why’s he so angry, what have I done?” I’m treading water, holding my head up, but I’m suddenly overcome with hopelessness. I’d been waiting all night to see him, full of the blossoming love inside me, and yet instead of the welcoming arms I’d expected, he’s done a complete personality switch on me.

“Don’t think about him now, Minnie.” She puts some orders on the strip, and jerks her chin at the line. “Let’s get these people through.”

I do a double take, then get back into the moment. I’m so relieved that Tor is here, and gosh, she’s quick. She’s like a whirlwind—I can see her restaurant training coming through. In about thirty minutes, everyone has either passed through or sat down with their food and the rush is over.

Way too soon, she says, “I’ve got to go, honey, I’m late for work.” She takes off the apron and hangs it on the hook.

I’ve been trying to stay calm by filling my head full of the orders and transactions, making coffees, and grabbing muffins and snacks, but at the prospect of being here on my own and stewing over Connor’s dark mood, I’m in a panic again.

“Tor, thanks so much for stepping in.” I grab a cloth and wipe a smear off the bench before I continue. “I’m so confused, this is horrible. What caused that outburst with Connor? Does he hate me? Is he prone to mood swings? I don’t think I can cope if he’s bipolar.”

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