Page 21 of Sexpresso Night

Chapter Five

Later, when her friends got up from the table to leave, Danya stood too, slinging her purse over her shoulder, all smiles and wild hair and bare-assed. Christ. Carter immediately moved out from behind the counter where he’d been leaning, taking a break while there were momentarily no customers. “Hey. Where are you going?”

She smiled up at him. “Home.”

“Can you wait a few minutes?”

“Sure.” She looked at her friends. “I’ll talk to you later.”

They lifted their brows and shot him a look he found difficult to read—suspicious? Distrustful? Warning?

He liked it that her friends were concerned about her and smiled at them. “No worries, ladies, just want to have a word with Danya.”

Their faces relaxed into hesitant smiles. “Okay,” the redhead said. “I’ll call you later, Dan.”

They watched the girls leave then he turned back to her.

“Have fun?”

“Yeah.”

“You told them about last night?”

“Some of it.”

He held her gaze. Her lips pursed.

“Good.”

Her mouth opened and she blinked.

“I like your friends.” He took her hand and led her to the back of the shop to the cupping room.

“You do?”

“Well, from what little I know of them. I like watching you with them. The way you talk to each other, laugh with each other. It’s cool.”

She stumbled along with him, and he opened the French doors into the cupping room and tugged her in. Then he closed the doors behind them, turned and took her into his arms.

“I just wanted one last thing before you go,” he murmured, bending his head for a kiss. A brush of his mouth over hers, velvety soft and lush and sweet. She opened for him immediately and he licked her bottom lip, then inside her mouth, deeper into her sweetness.

The fact that she was bare beneath her little skirt had driven him crazy all afternoon. He’d never worked with a hard-on for so long before. And now, that pretty pussy was his. He slid a hand down her back, over the curve of her ass, then inched the skirt up. Not many inches, it was pretty damn short, but soon the sweet roundness of her ass filled his palm and he squeezed.

She let out a little moan and he deepened the kiss, caressing her cheek first with one hand, then both. “I love your ass,” he breathed against her mouth.

“Mmm.”

He drew back and looked down at her, flushed cheeks, sparkly eyes, shiny wet lips parted. Wow.

“Come over here.” He pulled her over to the round table in the middle of the room, and setting his hands on her waist, he lifted her up onto it.

She gasped and clutched at his shirt. “Carter! What are you doing?”

“I want to give you your reward. For earlier.” And with the skirt up around her waist, he parted her thighs and scooted her forward right to the edge of the table.

“Oh dear lord, you can’t do this here! Someone could come in.”

He smiled as he studied her pussy, all pink and pretty, the small lips closed up in a girlish prim way. He parted her with his thumbs and inhaled the delicate scent of her feminine arousal. “Don’t worry.”

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