Page 15 of In the Grey of Dawn

Leaning toward him, I go up on my tip toes and whisper in his ear, “I’m ready and willing, Porter. Tell me what you need.”

His hand moves to my hip and squeezes it firmly, his breath heavy as I drag my fingers down his arm when I pull away. The look of lust flashes across his face for just a moment.

We have this playful banter between us and I admit, it probably crosses the line every now and then with how forward I am. But he has yet to do anything other than stare at me for longer than is considered appropriate for most people.

When his gaze skims over my body, I can almost feel it as he undresses me with his eyes. Each night, I try not to moan at the whisper of his breath on my neck when he cages me into the bar, standing so he is just barely touching me, his chest to my back, asking what I would like for dinner. I almost have enough courage to sayyoumost nights, but I just stifle a moan and give him my order. My vibrator practically does nothing these days and the idea of trying to date seems taxing at best, even if he did suggest I do it.

I lean back against the bar as he agrees to accept my help, a decision that doesn’t come easy to him, but his brow releases a bit of tension as he accepts the reality of the situation.

“Okay, here are the rules. You must stay behind the bar andnogoing out to the tables where someone could grab you. I have zero tolerance for any of my staff getting groped. I don’t want to have to kill anyone tonight on top of us being busy. Blood’s not as easy as you'd think it is to get out of clothing, let alone the floorboards. But you’d probably know a little about that with your work. Anyway, I don't want to spend all night scrubbing the damn place clean, so just stay behind the bar.”

I can't help but grin up at him, grabbing onto the front of his black henley and pulling at him slightly as I bounce on my feet.

“You're letting me help,” I whisper scream in excitement, a small grin spreading across his face.

“Careful Porter, someone might see you smile,” I say laughing, looking up at him. Taking a half step towards me, the space behind the bar is so small that he's practically against me. Surrounding me in this all familiar cage he likes to create where he’s all around me but barely touching.

“Stay behind the bar, Charlie. Take cash payments only, and don't bother with the card machine.”

Moving closer still, his hot breath blows across my ear as he purrs, “I'm not above punishing you if you disobey me.”

Giving me one last look, he walks away, returning to take more orders out on the floor. Leaving me flustered and needy for something I know only he can give me.

Chapter 10 - Porter

Aphrodite - Sam Short ?

“Last call,” I shout out to the remaining people scattered around the bar. Making eye contact with each group, everyone takes the hint and finishes the last of their drinks, slowly making their way out into the cold night. Charlie refused to leave each time I said I had it under control and is currently the most beautiful pain in my ass wiping down all the tables. She's had her headphones in for the past hour as she tinkers around drying glasses and having the occasional conversation. People have actually been laughing with her when she talks to them and even though she's basically done everything I didn't want her to do tonight, I appreciate the help she's given me.

The gentle sway of her lush hips keeps me entranced and I find myself getting closer and closer to her. She's a siren calling to me and in this moment, I don’t have a single reasonable excuse as to why I shouldn't get closer.

This is not what I should be doing.

I've already told her there can’t be anus, so why am I making this harder for myselfandher when I'm about to do something I know I shouldn't; but I can't stop myself either.For almost seven weeks I've been blessed with her presence. But tonight, having her help me out without asking. Having someone put my needs first without wanting anything in return. It's made her irresistible and as the main door slams shut with the last people leaving, I lose all self control.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her back to my chest and take one of her earbuds, putting it in my ear. The seductive beat plays and she continues to sway her hips against me. It's the most agonising pleasure and pain, all rolled into one glorious moment. She could bring grown men to their knees if she let them.

None of it would be enough for her though.

All of the things you think would impress a woman don’t phase her. All the money in the world couldn't tempt her and I don't know why she gives me the time of day but when my defences are down and I'm surrounded by her, I struggle to stay away.

My hand slides under her top and I can feel the softness of her stomach, dragging my thumb against the underside of her breast. Resting her head against my chest, she pushes her ass back into my hard cock and I can't help but pull her tighter into me. Have as much of her touching me as I can.

“Porter,” she says, moaning my name as we continue to grind against each other, swaying to the music in the empty bar.

My cock is so fucking hard pressed against her ass. The ridged fabric of my jeans doing nothing to ease the small space it's crammed into.

“Charlie, we shouldn't … we'refriends,” I say into her ear as I leave a trail of kisses down her neck, a fruitless last attempt to stop myself. The thought of moving away from her causing near physical pain. Her hand covers mine and drags itto the edge of her pants, tucking our fingers just underneath the waistband.

“More.”

She breathes the word so quietly that I barely catch it as she moves my other hand over her bra. The firm peak of her nipple brushing against my palm.

“More.”

She purrs a little louder and I firmly grasp her breast with one hand as I ease my other one into her panties, cupping her pussy and feeling the wetness that's just for me, before sinking two thick fingers inside. A low groan escapes me and I nuzzle into her neck, curving my fingers slightly until I hear her whimper.

“Such a filthy girl, fucking my fingers,” I say, pinching her nipple, making her gasp at the sudden rush of pain. Wrapping her arm around the back of my head, she tries to take a hold of my too short hair, her nails digging in as we continue to sway to the music. The sharp rush of pain they give only adding to the moment as the heel of my palm pushes against her clit. I continue to pump my fingers,in, out, in, out,against where she needs. Her wetness drips down, soaking my hand as my fingers slide in her pussy seamlessly.

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