Page 8 of Capricorn Blessed

“About eight. We may see some of them tonight. So, where’s your place to go when you aren’t at work?”

“Don’t judge me,” he says, reaching up and rubbing his chin. “But I like to spend my time at the bookstore or coffee shop. You never know what gems you’re going to find when you take the time to really look.”

I sip my beer and smile. “What types of treasures have you found?” I ask. “I used to read a lot, but I feel like I’ve been too busy lately to have time.”

“I’ve found a signed copy of Moonlit Alexandrite by TL Hamilton. Even though I rarely read paranormal, once I started, I couldn’t put it down. I’ve also found some early editions of classics.”

“That sounds fun. I’ll have to go with you sometime.” I take a swig of my drink and wave down Sarah. “Can we get some pretzel bites and cheese, please?”

“Coming right up,” she answers, writing our order on a ticket and walking toward the kitchen.

Dennis and I continue to talk and get to know each other while we wait on our food. We get along in our quick interactions at work, but we have a lot more in common than I thought. By the time our snack arrives, I know I want something more than just after-work drinks from tonight. We laugh, we eat, and we make our way through another round of drinks before Dennis closes our tab and grabs my hand, leading me out of the bar.

“Sierra,” he says, turning to face me. He reaches up and tucks a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. “I’ve really enjoyed tonight with you, and I hope we can have more of them.”

I smile and squeeze his hand slightly.

“Would it be too forward of me to ask if I can kiss you?”

I tilt my face and lean in, answering with my actions rather than my words. He cups my face and brings his lips gently to brush against mine. A whisper of lips on lips that leaves me longing for more. I drop his hand and grab his waist, pulling our bodies flush against each other. His lips move to my neck as he nibbles his way down and back up. I moan slightly before tugging him back to my mouth. His tongue traces the seam of my lips, and I open for him.

The moment our tongues touch, my whole world shifts. I can feel Dennis inside like he’s part of me and his feelings are mine. Luckily, he’s enjoying this just as much as I am. I squeeze my thighs together, hunting some friction before remembering that we are on the sidewalk and not somewhere private.

I pull back, and he moves back to kissing his way down my neck and across my collarbone.

“Dennis,” I pant. “We have to stop.”

“But I want you more than anything else in the world,” he gets out between kisses.

“Let’s go back to my place. I want you, too, but I’m not sure anyone wants that type of show. Even in New York.”

He sighs, but lifts his head enough to look around. Interlacing our fingers, we almost run up the street heading for my apartment.

As soon as the door closes behind us, our lips find each other. My fingers grope for the bottom of his shirt, untucking it and trying to pull it over his head, only to remember he’s still in a button-down from work. I grab the ends and jerk it open, the buttons flying around the room. Dennis reaches down and lifts my shirt up, breaking the kiss long enough to remove it and toss it out of the way.

Unclasping my bra, his mouth moves down to kiss my breast while my fingers undo his button and zipper, pushing his pants down around his ankles.

I moan as my head falls back. “More!” I demand. “I need more.”

He lifts his head and smiles. “Your wish is my demand.” Leaving his pants behind, he pulls me over to the couch. Planting my hands on the back, I arch my back and wiggle my ass.

“Are you sure?” he asks as he lines himself up behind me.

I grind myself against him, forcing a yes out on a pant.

“I’m on the pill,” I tell him.

He thrusts forward, filling me and pushing the air out of my lungs. My mouth hangs open as I struggle to catch my breath while matching his thrusts.

My stomach starts to tighten, but I’m not sure it’s enough. Reaching down, I rub myself, trying to get over the last peak. My legs shake as I feel Dennis’s pace starting to become erratic.

“Not yet!” I tell him. “I’m almost there.”

I rub harder and feel the thread snap. Tremors course through my body, and my arm gives out. I collapse on the couch, Dennis landing on my back.

He roars and pulses inside me. When his climax finishes, he shifts to his side, pulling out and landing on the floor in front of the couch.

“God, that was awesome.” He sighs. I laugh. “What?” he asks.

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