Page 64 of Her Fearless Ronin

The soft chime of the doorbell pulled me from my sullen reverie, and I stepped out of the back room, ready to assist the customer. My heart stopped when I saw him.

Jiro.

Hewas standing there, looking around the shop with a casual interest, his hands buried in the pockets of his black dress pants.

For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. The pain of the past weeks made this moment feel surreal.

I shook my head and blinked a few times; if it was a dream, I had to wake up now because if I didn’t, the wake-up call promised to be painful.

He smiled as he saw the katana hanging from my neck. As he took a couple of steps inside, he caught my eye, and with a playful smirk, he said, “Hey, I’m looking for some new nipple rings. My girlfriend has this thing for them,” he added, winking, pretending not to recognize me.

I felt a thrill run through me, realizing he was referring to me as his girlfriend.

Playing along, I approached him with a professional demeanor and stepped behind the counter. “Of course, sir. We have a variety of designs. Any particular style you’re interested in?” I added, gesturing to the selection under the glass.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. “Something that’ll drive her wild when she sees them… and licks them.”

I felt the uncomfortable weight of lust settle in my lower belly as my underwear became wet with the arousal that his mere suggestion caused. I was so addicted to him.

I bit my lip, trying to suppress a moan that was building, and pressed my legs together. His eyes flipped down, not missing the movement.

“Well, we have these new designs that just came in. They’re quite… tantalizing.” I showed him a set, our fingers brushing as I handed them over.

He examined them closely, then looked up at me with those intense eyes. “Do you think she’ll like them?”

“I have a feeling she’ll love them,” I replied, my voice quivering slightly.

“Ummm… I think I will get them.”

“I can also suggest a set that adapts to piercings in moreprivateareas,” I added with a blush. “I’m sure she would enjoy the new feelings both in her mouth and in her…”

Jiro leaned a little more over the counter. “Pussy? Is that what you mean?”

I took a sharp intake of breath. Having him talk dirty turned me into a puddle of want, and I knew that if he wanted to, I’d let him take me right there, on this glass counter, and everything else be damned.

There was a charged silence between us, the playful banter giving way to the undeniable chemistry we shared.

“I wonder,” he began, his voice husky, “do you think she misses the man who introduced her to such… pleasures?”

I leaned in, my breath catching. “She misses him. Every single day.”

Unable to resist any longer, Jiro grabbed the back of my head and closed the distance between us across the counter.

The instant our lips touched, everything else faded away. This wasn’t just a kiss; it was an outpouring of weeks filled with longing, silent tears in the night, and dreams where he was just out of reach. Jiro’s lips were both tender and demanding, telling a story of love, loss, and reunion.I melted into him, deepening the kiss, letting it convey everything words had failed to express.

Every moment of heartache, every tear shed in solitude, was washed away in the intensity of our embrace. His taste, a familiar blend of coffee and something I suspected was only his, was intoxicating, pulling me deeper into the whirlwind of emotions.

This kiss was a combination of love and desire, a promise of a future that was to come. It spoke of nights I’d lain awake, yearning for this very touch, and days where memories of him haunted every corner of my mind.

When we finally broke apart, both of us panting slightly, our eyes met in a shared moment of mischief. Jiro’s eyes twinkled with that familiar, playful glint I’d come to adore. Without warning, he scooped me up, effortlessly lifting me over the counter. I landed with a soft thud right in front of him, our bodies a breath apart.

“Jiro!” I exclaimed, feigning shock, but my laughter betrayed me. “You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days!”

His fingers danced lightly on my back, pulling me closer. “Only if it means I get to resuscitate you,” he teased, his voice dripping with playful seduction.

I rolled my eyes, trying to suppress my grin. “Always the charmer, aren’t you?”

He leaned in, his forehead resting against mine, the playful atmosphere replaced with a palpable tension. “Hope,” he whispered, his voice husky, sending shivers down my spine. “I’ve missed you.”

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