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Bad idea, since my mind wanders to Lucas. Yeah, I got it bad, but I know it’s a no-brainer. I swear, the guy’s got more girls than a pharmacy has pills. I know I’m just another notch in his headboard or belt or whatever they’re saying these days. But a girl can dream. God, that man has a tongue that can curl like I’ve never seen, and don’t get me started on his cock. Suffice it to say, he can make me scream like no other. He’s a gifted sex addict, which translates to him having a ton of practice. And you know practice makes perfect, and he is perfection personified! No worries, he’s clean and always wears a condom. He’s the only guy I know who gets tested once a month and brings his damn doctor’s note along tucked in his jeans. Gotta love him.

Grabbing my empty cup, I head into the shop since I have work to do. The day speeds by as we prepare for the dinner crowd that flocks in after work. I love keeping busy, so it’s a win for me. Not too many lulls in this shop, since we serve the best coffee in town. One thing my brother did right. No skimping on the coffee beans and the Colombian blend he buys for the shop. That and he hired me, not that I’m patting myself on the back. No, not at all.

An invisible tug has me glancing out the window. Seconds later a sexy man with a thick head of hair bustles by. My traitorous heart knows it’s Lucas. Why do I feel so much angst and desire whenever he’s near is beyond me. Yes, he’s fucking hot, but there are tons of other men in the world who are. Hell, New York is full of them.

Shaking my head, I take the next order and try putting him out of my mind. To say it’s impossible would be an understatement. That man has crawled beneath my skin, and no matter how hard I’ve tried scrubbing him clean, I can’t get him out of my head. So damn frustrating since he hasn’t given me a second thought. If he did, he’d have strutted in here to grab a cup of coffee. It’s obvious he had to rush home for tonight’s hook-up. Why does that bother me so much?

I don’t have too much time to dwell on it before the next customer steps forward. Imagine my surprise when one of my tormentors from high school stands face-to-face with me. Wonderful. Just when I was having a decent day.

“Abigail?” she says. “Oh my goodness, it is you, isn’t it? Last I knew you were off to NYU to get a business degree.” Her harrumph pisses me off, but I need to keep my cool even though my hands are trembling.

“Sarah, is it?” I ask, my head cocked to the side. Pretending I don’t recognize her is a win in my book.

“Um, no, it’s Sadie.” I need to bite my cheek so I don’t smile. “Well, can I get an iced latte with almond milk please?”

“Coming right up.” Now that my back is facing her, I smile. Fuck her and her almighty attitude. She might have intimidated me in high school, but those days are over. I complete her order and wear my best customer service smile. “Here you go, Sadie. Enjoy!”

She places the cup on the counter so Carla can ring her out, but I’m taken aback when they engage in a bit of conversation. Sadie’s scowling when she glances in my direction before walking out the door. Okay, what the hell was that all about? I don’t need to wait long before my co-worker saunters over with a mischievous grin.

“Bitch was talking smack about you, but don’t you worry. I told her you owned the place and was valedictorian of your graduating class. Wiped the smug look right off her face. One little white lie ain’t going to hurt.”

Score for Carla!

3

Lucas

TheSinful Sevensounded totally bad-ass last night, and I’m looking forward to our gig next weekend. Unfortunately, I have to go to my parents’ this weekend before that can happen, so I’ve been doing everything I can to keep my mind occupied. Like watching porn, masturbating, and fucking as many women as humanely possible in a twenty-four-hour period. I know, I know. It’s tough, but nothing I can’t handle. And since I haven’t gone blind yet, it’s all good.

Speaking of which, there’s a naked woman waiting for me in my bedroom. And just so ya know, she has piercings in places that would make a porn star blush. And tats that slither and intertwine in all kinds of intricate patterns. My dick’s twitching in anticipation as we speak, but nature came a calling, so I had to drain the main vein. Now I gotta run so I can take care of something that just came up.

Again!

I come to a screeching halt the moment I round the corner. Well, well, well, she’s started without me. Oh Angel, you’re such a naughty girl! Stop! I hear all of you snickering, but I swear that’s her God-given name. I nonchalantly fold my arms across my chest and watch the scene play out. When her eyes flutter open and land on my hard-on, a wicked grin spreads across her face. I’m enthralled as she tickles her pussy with one hand and flicks her pierced nipples with the other.

“Care to join me, Lucas?”

Don’t get me wrong. I’m more than up for the task, but I’ve already come twice. And Angel—well—as far as I can tell, she’s already had four orgasms. Four! Either she’s a nympho or I’m that damn good. If I had to take a guess, I’d say it’s the latter.

“I’m going to sit this one out, baby.” Her sexy grin becomes a frown in less than a nanosecond. Aw, that’s kind of sweet. She wants my dick to replace her hand. Well, so do I, but she must wait. For now, I want to be one of those voyeurs who sits back and watches all the action from the sidelines. Just this once. And if she climaxes one more time, then I’ll fuck her so hard she’ll feel me for days. Maybe weeks.

I stride into the room and sit on the edge of the bed. Far enough away so she can’t reach me, but close enough to watch her every move. “Be a good girl and rub your clit, Angel. If you make it nice and hard, I’ll suck it for you.” Fuck, I love watching her middle finger circle her tiny pink bud. And the fact that she obeys my every command, well, it’s a powerful aphrodisiac. In fact, so much so it causes me to fist my cock and give it a few quick pumps.

When her hips buck up against her hand, I know she’s close. And if I allow her to come, that will make number five.

Holy shit! “Hands on the bed. Now!”

“No, Lucas. I’m so close.”

I was a fool in thinking I could just sit back and watch. Apparently, I’m no good at voyeurism. I’m hands down, one hundred percent, a participant. And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way. “Hands. On. The. Bed. Now.” I can’t help chuckling when she slams her clenched fists against the mattress. My, my, my. She’s a feisty one. I love, feisty. This Angel will definitely be on my callback list. She’s been the best entertainment I’ve had in quite some time.

“Lucas…” Did I mention how much I love it when they beg? Well, I do. So, you must excuse me while I give her some one-on-one.

Slowly, I creep up the bed and pin her hands to the mattress. God, I want to do all kinds of dirty, kinky things to this girl. And I know she’d let me, because in Angel, I believe I’ve met my match. So, it’s really a shame that I can’t commit. That I’m more of a unique flavor of the month kinda guy. ‘Cause this Angel is definitely not a ‘vanilla’ kinda girl.

Clearly, she’s anticipating my next move. I can tell by the way her chest rises and falls in deep, shallow breaths. God, I desperately want to tie her up and fuck her silly. But she’s def not a submissive, and I’m no Dom. I just like a little kink now and again. And Angel would be the perfect partner.

“Stop procrastinating, Lucas, and just fucking do it.”

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