Page 2 of Glory Hole

“You don’t seem so happy about that, Glory.” He tilts his head to the side, a small crease forming between his brows. I want to smooth it out with my thumbs or my tongue. Definitely my tongue. There’s that damn smirk again. I want to kiss it off his beautiful mouth.

“Oh I…” My words stop in my throat as his hand brushes my lower back, and I go stiff. He’s gently applying pressure, trying to direct me out of the elevator.

His hand,stillon me, guides me down the hall toward my apartment. I can feel that touch all over my body. I’dliketo feel that touch all over my body. Chills break out, and my nips harden. Traitorous bastards have a mind of their own.I pull my cardigan tighter around me as he ushers me through the hall.

“This is me.” Of course it’s me. We are the only two apartments on this side of the floor.

“I hope to see you around, Glory.” There’s that smile again. He’s so hot, it’s making me dumb.

“Yeah, see you around, Mr. Jameson.”

“Beck. Call me Beck, Glory.” I love hearing him say my name. Now if I could get it coming out of his mouth while he’s plowing me from behind, that’d be ideal.

I might need to get laid. It’s been a while.

“Okay. Beck.” Oh, my God. I just giggled. I actually freaking giggled. See…dumb.

He strolls down to his door, and I watch his tight ass in those gray sweatpants until he gets there. He turns just in time to catch me gawking and gifts me with his smirk, yet again, before he goes inside.I shake the Beck-induced fuzz from my brain and step into my apartment. Once safely inside, I lean against the door. The cool, smooth wood sends chills across my overheated skin as I try to gain control of my hormones. I’ve never been so turned on just by looking at someone.

Wookie, my little mixed-breed sweet boy, scampers to greet me, spinning in a few circles before he stops at my feet. We found each other outside my bookstore. It was raining, and I was trying to get the door unlocked while I balanced two coffees and bagels on a tray from Everything’s Better with Cream, the coffee shop two of my best friends, Evelyn Salinas and Jen Haner own.

A small, shaggy orange and white missile in the shape of a dog came barreling down the sidewalk chasing another dog and managed to knock me off my feet with all of his fifteen pounds. I went flying. The coffees and bagels sailed through the air about the same time Christina Elliot, another of my best friends and co-owner of Just One More Chapter, showed up for work. Wookie stopped to munch on the scattered bagels after I landed, and the rest is history. He had no collar, and after a few months of no one responding to the posters Christina and I put out, he just stayed with me. He’s my fur baby, and I’m one happy fur momma. He fills a spot in my life that I didn’t know even existed.

“How ya doin’, my lil Wookster? Did you have a long day, too?” His big, hairy ears perk up, and he gives me a little bark before heading toward the kitchen, ready for his dinner. I lay my things down on the entry table and follow him to get us some food.

After I eat my dinner and then take Wookie outside to handle his business, I head to my reading nook and settle into my favorite chair. With a glass of my favorite wine, a fire roaring in the fireplace, and the lamp on my side table shining, I’m so ready to get back to my book. It’s amazing how you can miss fictional characters.

Just as I’m getting to an intense, panty-melting scene, a loud bang sounds against my wall, which shakes my table. I manage to grab my lamp but some of my books fall from the table to the floor.

“What the hell?”

Wookie and I look at each other, but he doesn’t know either. With a very loud, annoyed huff, I bend down to pick up my scattered books from the floor. That’s when I notice the plaster on my wall has chipped off, and a few pieces of my damn wall are laying on my hardwood floors.

“That’s fantastic! Can you not tear my house down while you’re moving in? Yeah, I’m talking to you, pretty boy. Jesus. How the hell do I fix this, Wookie?” He just barks.

“No help at all, boy. None.”

I try to place the chunks of my wall back into the hole, like a weird puzzle with irregular pieces.Maybe I can fix this and not have to try to find a handy man to do the repairs. While pressing the pieces into the gaps, trying to make them stick, a large hunk of the wall falls out.

“Oh hell!”

Wookie barks.

“Still not helping, Wook.”

Light shines through the small hole, but then something passes in front of it.

I bend down and peer through it.

“What the…HOLY FUCK!” I whisper shout then slap my hand over my mouth and fall backward on my ass away from the hole.

And then, I die.

Beckett Jameson was right before my eye, with a towel slung low around his hips, and it was glorious. “I shouldn’t look again, should I, Wookie? I should do the right thing and let him know I can see into his bedroom?” Wookie tilts his head from side to side. I take that as no and lean back toward the hole.

“Maybe one more little look-see. I need to check out the damage again, right?Right.“

I move in closer, and just as I press my eye to the magical portal to Beck’s bedroom, he drops the towel.

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