Page 22 of Fractured Fear

“Me too,” Hayes adds.

“Paul, come look with us.” Alma insists not so subtly.

There’s a scraping of stools against the concrete floor and I turn just in time to see the door to Abstract Dreams close.

Those traitors. They were supposed to stay and be the cockblock I need right now.

A gentle, yet firm touch guides my face back around and brings my attention to the tattooed man I’m practically humping. One little rock of my hips and I would be able to feel if he’s just as effected as I am.

My palms rest flat over his swiftly beating heart, but his fast heartbeat could be for a number of reasons. He just exerted a lot of energy, or he could also be upset that we’re in this situation.

Releasing my wrists, his hands grip my hips, guiding the motion as I glide my pussy over his thick hard length. I tilt my head back as a moan slips free from my lips and an ache builds in my core. One of his hands slides up to cup my breast over my shirt. His thumb finds my nipple easily and swipes back and forth over the peak.

What is this man doing to me? My pussy has been closed for business for the last three years. The only thing that’s gone near it is my hand and a few toys.

“Tan bella.” His whisper washes over my skin and sends a shiver down my spine. His full lips find a spot free of mud on my neck and softly presses in. The touch is barely there but I feel it all over.

My hands roam from his chest down to his abs. Through his shirt I can feel each ridge and count.

An eight pack? Seriously? I thought those were fake.

Tentatively, I rock my hips on my own and this time Rio lets out a groan. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to have to lay you out on the table right there and strip you bare. My mouth will cover your sweet cunt that I know is dripping for me.”

His bold words bring me back to Earth.

What the hell am I doing?

I jump off his lap and put a good six feet between us. “Oh my God.” My stomach drops at the realization at what I was about to let him do to me. In public! Inmyshop.

So much for not being that woman.

“Scare that easily, Mama?” He leans back on his seat bringing his hands behind his head and crossing his ankles in front of him.

Ugh. I hate that everything he does is so fucking sexy. He’s just relaxing and my slutty pussy is ready to jump his bones.

“I shouldn’t have done that. I’m your teacher. I’m a professional. That was anything but professional.” Mortified, I cover my face with my hands.

“So? I’m pretty sure I’m older than you.”

“That’s your rebuttal?” My brows attempt to disappear in my hairline.

“I’m thirty-three.”

My jaw goes slack. He’s thirty-three? He doesn’t look anywhere near thirty-three. But, of course, it’s always men who are blessed with perfect skin and his is flawless.

“And you are?”

“Twenty-four.”

“See? I’m nine years your senior. You can rest easy now knowing you did not take advantage of me.” He gives a satisfied smile as if our age difference makes everything better, but it only makes it worse.

He’s definitely had more experienced women. I don’t know what I’m doing. I have no business throwing myself at a man like that.

He probably has a girlfriend.

Blood drains from my face at the voice of insecurity in the back of my brain. I’m not the other woman and would never go behind another woman’s back. I’m a girl’s girl.

“Oh shit. You have a girlfriend, don’t you?” Not letting him answer when he sits up I continue, “You definitely have a girlfriend. I mean look at you.”

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