Page 27 of Fiona and the Fixer

He leaned over me, setting a hand on the floor beside mine, his other going to my clit. Circling it, then pinching it between two fingers.

“Oh,” I moaned and let my head drop between my shoulders.

“Now be a good girl and come again all around my dick.”

I should hate him for handling my body like he’d done this before, like he’d known me forever. But I couldn’t. Not when he saidgood girland made me come. Because asordered, I came, clenching around his dick and gasping his name.

“Fuck, Fi, you’re pussy’s a dream.”

A smile played at my lips when he groaned and came right after. He might’ve been the bossy one, but my pussy was Mr. Suit’s wet dream.

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DAX

“What are you doing?”I asked, slumped against the bookshelf. I didn’t have enough brain cells left to process much. While most of my blood had drifted south when she first came in the store, it wasn’t venturing north anytime soon. Not even the sight of her trying to get her jeans untangled around her one ankle, then working them and her panties on.

“Getting dressed.”

“What? Why?” Again, no brain cells.

She turned her head, looked down at me. “Um, because you have a bookstore to run?”

“Not mine. Just filling in.”

“Right. Hannah’s on vacation. Well, I’m sure she’ll bepleased to know the kind of service you give to your customers.”

“Only you, sweetheart. How’s the ass? Still stinging?”

She glared down at me, making me grin. Making my dick stir again. She liked it but wasn’t going to say.

“Look, this has been… fun and all,” she told me, doing up the zipper and front button on her jeans. “But it’s never going to work.”

My eyes widened and my mouth opened and closed a few times like a fish out of water. Maybe I was in this situation. “You think I think this is something?” I set my hand on my chest.

Holy shit, the tables were turned. She was the guy, getting dressed and bailing after a quickie. While we weren’t near a bed, it was as if I was sitting in one, sheet pulled up and hugged to my chest.

She shrugged.

That casual gesture pissed me off. “Sweetheart, what did I say earlier? I’m the one in charge.”

“Right,” she said with a little laugh. “You don’t even know how to use a cash register.”

“I’m helping out,” I replied through gritted teeth.

“Whatever. I didn’t get what I came for, so it’s time to go.”

Didn’t get what she came for? She got it. She got it good. TWICE.

By the time I tugged my jeans back up and over my hips, dealt with the used condom still on my dick andstood,you know what she fucking did? She left, the little bell tinkling behind her.

Why was I so pissed? It was a quickie. Amazing sex with zero strings. No emotional attachments, just how I liked things. The only reason why we shared names was becauseIasked forhersfirst.

She was gone. I was off the hook. We never had to see each other again. It was what I always wanted, and I always made it clear with a woman beforehand.Itmeaning fun. A one-time thing. Fuck and forget. I could smirk every time I came to visit Hannah and Jack knowing what I did in the–I looked up at the shelves for a clue–Extra Spicy section.

But no. NO. Not this time.

I had no idea why Fiona made me so fucking bent out of shape. All I knew was that I wasn’t letting her walk out on me. Except she had. Fuck.

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