Page 46 of The Coffee Shop

She puts her shoes in her locker and then unbuttons her pants. She turns so that when she slides them down, we have a full view of her bare ass.

Andfuck, if that isn’t the most beautiful sight I’ve seen all day.

When Leena closes her locker, we watch intently, wondering what this magnificent woman of ours is going to do next.

She starts cleaning.

Fuckingcleaning.

She continues her closing duties, acting completely normal. Like she’s not stark naked. Like the two men she’s fucking aren’t hiding out in the attic watching her on a screen.

She wipes down every table and counter, long slow wipes with the rag that are clearly exaggerated. Then she sweeps, then mops, her perfect breast swaying with the motion.

Luke lets out a noise that sounds almost painful, and by the size of the bulge in his pants, it probably is.

And then she starts on the dishes. Andfuck. Me.The water sloshes in the sink, splashing onto her collarbone, trickling over her peaked nipples and flowing down between her legs. By the end, she is covered in wet bubbles and some of her long dark hair has escaped her loose ponytail, making her look disheveled and sexy as hell.

“That’s it. I’m going down there,” Luke says, standing up. I grab him by the shirt and sit his ass back into the chair.

“No you’re not. If they’re watching her, which they probably are, they can’t know we’re still on guard duty. They have to think they can get to her if this is going to work.”

“Agh!”He growls out, and I’m right there with him. My hand has been urging my dick to calm the fuck down for the past twenty minutes.

Leena grabs a towel and is about to dry herself off when we get a motion alert from the front door. I panic for a moment, but then I see it’s the mailman. When he knocks on the door, I see Leena’s eyes flicker up to the camera. Luke is already texting her. I glance over and watch him type out: “Just the mailman. Ignore him.”

Within a second, Leena replies: “The hot one?”

I look up at the screen to see her smiling down at her phone. Before Luke can reply to that snarky little text, she sets her phone down on the counter and looks up at the camera, a wide grin on her face.

“What the fuck is she doing?” I bark and Luke’s eyes shoot from his phone back to the screen. We watch her stroll out into the coffee shop. The curtains are all drawn, thank fuck for that, but then she walks straight for the front door.

“There’s no way she’ll do this, right?” Luke says frantically from beside me.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re in for it tonight,” I say quietly, switching the screen over to a camera angle that shows the front of the coffee shop.

The mailman turns, just about to leave, when the door opens and Leena says something, drawing his attention. She doesn’t just crack the door, she swings it wide open and is standing in the door frame completely naked, casually fiddling with her necklace, the water and soap glistening on her perfect, bare skin.

The man is clearly in shock. He is standing completely still, the letters in his hand halted in mid air. Leena takes them, gives him a wide smile and a little wave, then turns so we can see her bare ass as she heads back inside, closing the door behind her.

The man is still standing there, his empty hand suspended in front of him, unmoving.

Poor guy.

After a moment he shakes his head, his man bun bobbing with the motion, and backs away from the door slowly before continuing on his route, scratching his head.

Luke and I scan the monitors. He finds Leena on a different screen before I do.

“Oh for fucks sake,” he says, exasperated as he sits back in his chair, burying his face in his hands with a little groaning noise.

I pull up the new screen onto the larger monitor to an image of Leena sitting on the counter. The very same counter that we told her we wanted to tie her up and fuck her on that first day.Clearly, she remembers that conversation.

She spreads her legs wide for us, and I can’t help but zoom in so her perfect body is filling the whole screen. She is soaking wet, and that’s definitely not just from doing the dishes.

She slides her hands over her breasts, holding each one in her hands then pinching her nipples, rolling them between her fingers before sliding them down. She spreads herself open for us, showing off her piercing, then lays back onto the counter and begins pleasuring herself.

When her back arches, I let out a groan.

This girl is going to give me afuckingheart attack.

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