Page 48 of The Last Time

“I like the color,” he says. “It’ll look good against the floor stain you said you wanted.”

“Thanks. I’m excited to see it all come together. Although painting this high is a workout. I didn’t anticipate it to be this hard.”

“Yeah, it can take a lot of muscle to get it done.” He looks up at the high foyer walls and the long pole my roller is on. “I can knock the high parts of this foyer out really quickly for you.”

“You don’t have to do that. Don’t you have to get back to Brie?”

He stares down at his watch. “It’s only three. I have some time before I need to pick her up.”

Then he grabs the roller and begins to roll with ease up to the ceiling where I could barely reach. Alright, so it seems like we’re just gonna ignore the real reason he’s here. He clearly can’t bring himself to admit he came here to see me.

I’ll go with it.

I smile to myself, secretly filled with pleasure that he wanted to see me as badly as I wanted to see him. A surprise visit is so much better than a text or phone call.

While he works on the top, I grab a small brush and start painting along the bottom of the wall where it meets the trim. There’s no point in me not getting work done as much as I would like to just stare and ogle him.

At one point I have to crawl around him to get to the trim below him, but we seem to work well together. Every time I steal a glance in his direction, he’s looking my way. Instead of owning it, he turns his head quickly and begins painting again.

Asher

Stop behaving like a middle school boy who’s afraid to get caught staring at his crush.

I’m trying like hell to focus on the task at hand, but it’s impossible when she’s looking sexy as hell in her overalls with whatever lacy bra thing she has on underneath.

I can see her tiny waist, showing off her irresistible figure.

I watch her wipe her forehead with the back of her hand as she stands to stretch out her back, exposing the tops of her breasts even more, and something inside of me snaps.

I drop the roller in the tray, paint splattering everywhere, but I don’t give a shit. I’m redoing these damn floors anyway.

Her eyes widen when she sees me take two long strides toward her. I grab her brush and throw it on the ground.

“What are you doing?” she gasps.

“I didn’t come here to work. Okay? I came here to see you.”

She smiles. “I know.”

“I know something that you don’t know, though,” I say to her as I step closer.

She takes a step back, her breathing accelerating. “What’s that?” she exhales.

“That I’m going to fuck you. Right here. Against this wall.”

I don’t let her get out another breath before I claim her mouth. I lift her in the air and press her body up against the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist as our tongues come together, proving how starved we both are for each other.

“We’re gonna get paint all over us,” she says as she notices her body slammed against a freshly painted wall.

I kiss down her neck. “Fuck the paint. I need to taste you.”

“Oh gosh,” she breathes as I kiss further down to her chest.

I stop and look down at her overalls. Our eyes lock as I slowly grab one of the straps and pull it down her shoulder, and the top left of her overalls falls, revealing her breasts encased in her white bra. It’s see-through, giving me a peek of her pink nipple that’s budding perfectly for me.

I momentarily forget about the other shoulder. I lean down and wrap my lips around her nipple through her bra. My tongue rubs against the bud. I groan into her breast, not able to hold back what she’s doing to me. I feel all the pent-up energy slowly begin to release.

Her hand reaches behind my head and grips my hair, holding me in place as I suck on her through the fabric.

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