Page 30 of His Pickle Her Jam

The day after our little romp in Mr. Jones’ old office wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be.

Well, I mean, it was kinda, sorta uncomfortable at first. Especially after I’d set some pretty straightforward rules.

After we, um, had sex.

Geez. I was in my thirties, and I still couldn’t say that without blushing.

That was why I never did casual relationships.

Anyway, after we fucked like bunnies—see I could say that with no problem.

But anyway, afterwards, we cleaned up after ourselves and finished our work for the day, parting ways afterward since Buck had to bartend and I really needed a shower.

But not before I had my say.

“You look like you wanna say something, Jan baby,” Buck said as he was tucking his enormous—thank you God—cock back into his pants.

Fucker had been pretty much dressed throughout the entire thing as opposed to my naked except for my bra thing.

“I just don't want you to think because I slept with you that I'm not going to be serious about this contest,” I told him.

“Why would I think that?”

“Cause you’re a guy, and guys are selfish.”

“Selfish? Me? If I didn’t satisfy you, Pretty Girl, you just let me know. I’d be happy to double my efforts,” he said.

He was annoyingly cute. Especially the way he bit his lip and looked at me, his dark eyes raking over my well-used body. He knew he made me come. But I was neither confirming, nor denying it.

“You can’t help it. Selfishness is ingrained in your DNA,” I said as I continued to dress. “But seriously, David, I'm still gonna do everything in my power to beat you.”

“I would expect nothing less. Consider the challenge accepted.”

“Good. And when it's all over and I win, I don't want any hard feelings. Like don’t be a blubbering mess about how I threw you off your game with my sexual prowess. And don’t go badmouthing me or trying to ruin my reputation,” I told him, just doubling down on my insanity.

“Jan Baby, I would never badmouth you. But I gotta ask, why on earth would I do that when I’m certain to win?”

“Ha! That’s bold.”

“Pretty Girl, I've got it in the bag. Mrs. Jones loves pickles, and since she's judging the contest along with her husband,” he said and shrugged.

“What! Who said that?”

“It was in Mrs. Montgomery’s email this morning. But don’t worry, I’ll give you a special coupon when Pickled Possibilities opens.”

The fucker.

He was such a tease. But after everything, we’d just gone back to our same old silly banter.

Except now there was a sexually charged element we hadn’t had before.

Still, instead of feeling awkward when I came in today, I just assumed an air of maturity I didn’t really feel.

I mean people had sex all the time, right?

It wasn’t a big deal.

Only, to me, it kinda was. Separating sex and emotions wasn’t something I excelled at. I knew better than to catch feelings for a guy like Buck, but tell that to my idiotic heart.

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