Page 27 of Roses and Skulls

Then he surprises me by pushing his sucker inmymouth.

In my fucking mouth!

The sucker that was just in his.

My gaze drops to his mouth, hoping he doesn’t have any communicable disease. He bites on the ball of his tongue piercing, and I whimper.

I know. I know!

This is so stupid.

My head tells me to run but my body wants to stay and see what these new feelings are all about. This feels, well, I don’t know, good, tingly, definitely tingly.

“What are you doing here, sweetheart?” he asks, his eyes going to my lips as he pulls the sucker across my tongue before putting it back in his own mouth.

I shake my head, unable to speak. For real this time.

He chuckles and then pops the button on my jeans. My eyes widen but I do nothing to stop him.

The man keeps his eyes on mine as he takes the sucker out of his mouth and this time he doesn’t place it between my lips… well, okay, so he puts it between my lips but… oh my god, please don’t make me say it. You know where this is going.

He moves his stick of sin up and down, round and round, slowly, his gaze never leaving mine.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers, his hot cherry scented breath blowing over my face.

Oh, oh no, the tingle is getting, oh. My eyes fall closed as my head drops back to the wall. I can’t stop him. I can’t even stop myself.

And then it happens. It happens so quick that I can’t believe it. I’ve never been able to make myself come that fast and this man did it with a sucker in a matter of seconds.

My eyes blink open, just in time to catch him push the sucker back into his mouth.

And he moans.

My stomach does a little flip at the sound.

We both stare at each other as he buttons up my pants for me. His candy pushed to the side of his cheek.

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

And I find myself answering him, not with my phone but my own words. “I… I work here,” I say quietly.

“Ah, so she can speak. Thought maybe the cat had your tongue.” He grins from ear to ear, showing me his perfect straight pearly whites.

He taps the end of my nose with a tattooed finger and when the door to the office swings open, he tucks himself back in the shadows.

What the fuck kind of tall, dark, and dangerous is this man?

No one has ever touched me like that. Like… like he had every right to. Well, besides Draven but he obviously has a death wish.

I close my eyes and memorize everything about him. The way his head is shaved at the sides, and how he has some sort of symbols tattooed there in replace of hair. Then, I categorize every color that makes up his eyes. Like the bark on a tree, every shade blends perfectly together to make you feel safe and warm and cozy. Only he isn’t safe. Is he?

He’s probably in his mid-twenties, I would guess. He’s tall and covered in tattoos. I told myself I’d never date anyone with them. Even though I have one, a gift from my mom on my eighteenth birthday, flowers that cover my shoulder. But I always envisioned finding someone opposite of the men in my family but maybe I could make an exception for this guy.

Shit! Wait till he finds out who I am. He will never give me a chance.

Anyone with half a brain would leave me alone.

He’ll find out who I am and that will be the end of him sharing his candy with me.

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