Page 31 of His Pickle Her Jam

I spent most of last night replaying the scene in the office again and again.

Who knew I liked being bossed around in the bedroom, er, office?

I mean, normally, if a guy told me what to do, I would tell him to go fuck himself.

But in his case, I would rather he fucked me.

Yes, please.

And that was why when I got dressed this morning, I decided we needed to maybe keep things more professional while we were working. So, instead of my super comfy summer dresses, I had on a pair of black yoga capris and a cherry red sleeveless tunic.

The top was light and airy, with plenty of room around my belly and hips, which made up for the confining pants.

So, yeah, no easy access.

That should help me keep my mind on my jam and not his, um, pickle.

But no sooner had those words entered my brain when Buck came into the store. He came bounding in on Croc clad feet, a pair of cargo shorts, and a tight tank top.

I had the AC on, but it was already 99 degrees outside.

“Good morning, Pretty Girl,” Buck said, walking right up to me, cupping my cheeks and slamming his mouth to mine.

I didn’t have time to reply. At least, not with words.

But I did kiss him back.

My body seemed to have a mind of its own where Buck was concerned. He didn’t even need to coax to get me to open my lips and allow his tongue entry.

My entire body swelled with the memory of what we did the day before.

Buck was just so, I don’t know, blatant in his desire.

He didn’t seem concerned that the window where I’d been standing when he walked in gave everyone an unobstructed view of the two of us tangled up in a good morning kiss.

“Your thoughts are loud, Jan Baby.”

“Are they?” I whispered, tilting my head back to look at him.

Buck didn’t let me answer first. He dipped down and kissed me again, sliding that long tongue of his into my mouth several more times before he let me up for air.

“I just didn’t know if we were at the kissing upon greeting stage of whatever this is. I mean, I didn’t want to assume yesterday meant anything more than what it was,” I whispered shyly.

He frowned and released his hold on my face only to latch onto my other cheeks with his big, powerful hands, swinging me up in his arms by my ass.

“Yesterday meant everything,” he replied, quickly and firmly, shocking a gasp out of me.

“And this is you and me, together. You can label it however you want,” he said, spinning me around in a circle.

I giggled, clutching his shoulders as he moved faster and kissed me harder. Buck slowed down, finally, just when I thought I might die of giddiness. He nipped my lip between his teeth.

“You looked so pensive when I saw you through the window, I needed to see you smile and of course, I just had to kiss you,” he said, offering me a few more lip locking goodies.

“So, if I called you my boyfriend?” I asked, nervously.

“Then I’d call you my girlfriend,” he replied and smiled down at me.

I bit my lower lip and nodded.

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