Page 46 of Doctor Neighbor

I smile, grateful for his genuine enthusiasm. "Yeah, it's a huge relief. Anyway, I asked Nelson to come in later and stay to close up. I want to make absolutely sure everything's perfect for tomorrow. Since he will be working late, he’s off."

"Smart move," Buster nods approvingly. "When's Nelson due back?"

I glance at the clock on the wall. "Probably in about thirty or forty-five minutes. Just enough time for me to show you my office..."

FIFTEEN

Buster

4:19 pm

I can sense Cole is flirting with me. At least, I hope I'm not misreading her signals. The way she's looking at me, her body language—it’s all screaming interest. I decide to test the waters.

"I'd love a tour of the back of the house," I say, gesturing behind the counter. "I've heard about this mysterious set-up you advertise about."

Cole's eyes light up. She reaches across the counter and grabs my hand, sending a jolt through me.

"Only VIPs get to see this part of the cafe," she says with a playful smirk, leading me around.

Her hand is soft and warm in mine as she pulls me along. The proximity is intoxicating. We pass through a swinging door into the kitchen area, but Cole doesn't stop there. She tugs me further back, clearly excited to show me something specific.

"Check this out," she says, stopping in front of an impressive piece of equipment.

It's a coffee roaster, but unlike any I've seen before. The machine is clearly vintage, all gleaming copper and brass. It's been meticulously restored, looking both antique and perfectly functional.

"This is our pride and joy," Cole explains, running her hand lovingly over the roaster's surface. "It's an antique we had restored. We use it to roast all our signature blends."

I'm genuinely impressed. "Wow, that's incredible. I had no idea you roasted your own beans here."

Cole nods enthusiastically. "It's what sets us apart. The flavors you can get from this beauty are unmatched."

As she talks about the roaster, her passion is evident. I find myself captivated not just by the machine but by her excitement. She's in her element here, and it's incredibly attractive.

I can't help myself any longer. The tension between us, Cole's flirtatious energy, and the intimacy of this hidden space behind the cafe overwhelm my senses. I gently push Cole against the wall next to the vintage roaster in one swift motion. Our eyes lock for a brief, electric moment before I lean in and capture her lips with mine.

The kiss is passionate and urgent. All the pent-up desire from our recent encounters pours out. Cole responds immediately, her lips moving against mine with equal enthusiasm. Her hands slide up my chest and around my neck, pulling me closer.

I deepen the kiss, one hand cupping her face while the other rests on her waist. The smell of coffee beans mingles with Cole's perfume, creating an intoxicating aroma. The heat from the nearby roaster matches the fire building between us.

Cole's fingers tangle in my hair as she arches into me, eliminating any remaining space between our bodies. I trail kisses along her jaw, then down her neck, eliciting a soft gasp from her. Her skin is smooth and warm under my lips.

"Buster," she breathes, her voice husky with desire.

I reclaim her mouth, kissing her deeply. Our tongues dance as the passion intensifies. Cole's hands roam my back, pulling me even closer. The world around us fades away. In this moment, there's only Cole and me and this incredible connection we share.

No way can I resist her any longer. The way she moves around the cafe, her confidence, and her passion for her work is intoxicating. And those joggers she's wearing? They hug her curves so perfectly that I've been fighting a losing battle against my desire since the moment I walked in.

I press her against the wall beside the roaster, my body pinning hers. The heat radiating off her only fuels the fire within me. My hands explore her body, tracing the contours of her hips, her waist, and her breasts. Every inch of her feels like it's mine to discover, and I'm more than eager to do so.

Cole's eyes are locked on mine, full of need and desire. That look—raw, unfiltered want—sends a jolt of electricity straight to my core. I slip my hand beneath the waistband of her joggers, my fingers seeking out the warm, wet center of her desire. She's already so ready for me, and the knowledge makes me groan against her lips.

I pull down her joggers, exposing her to the cool air of the cafe's back room, and she gasps, a flush spreading across her cheeks. I can't help but smirk; I love seeing her like this, so undone by my touch. I stroke her, my fingers sliding through her slickness, teasing and tormenting her in the best possible way.

"Buster," she moans, her head tipping back against the wall. The sound of my name on her lips is almost enough to undo me.

I kiss her again, swallowing her moans as I continue to stroke her. Her hips move in time with my hand, her body seeking out the pleasure I'm offering. I can feel her walls tightening around my fingers, and I can feel her climbing higher and higher with each passing second.

Waiting any longer is not an option. I need to be inside her. I need to feel her wrapped around me. As I free myself from my jeans, my cock springs free, aching with need. I position myself at her entrance, and with one swift thrust, I'm inside her.

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