Page 60 of Beautiful Harmony

She swallowed hard as her pelvis throbbed. Hehad beeninto her. But he obviously found it easy to return to being friends while she wore her vibrator down to a nub.

She sighed and picked up the knitting needles. She needed to forget about that night with Lucas. It would never happen again.

* * *

Lucas shiftedthe pizza box and the bag with the sodas and napkins to one hand and texted Emma with the other.

Lucas

Hey, I’m out front. Let me in.

He waited patiently, his breath steaming in the cool air. It was almost eight, and he'd immediately texted Emma when he’d finally finished work. Not because he thought he could still have dinner with her but because he wanted to see how her day was.

Bullshit. You were hoping she’d invite you over.

He ignored his inner voice, nodding to a short man in a thick overcoat and knitted cap who passed him on the street. Main Street was quiet at this time of night, with the only real traffic coming from Nan’s Diner and the coffee shop.

He was about to text Emma again when she came hurrying out from the hidden depths of Twisted Stitches. His eyes widened a little. She wore a dress today instead of her usual t-shirt and jeans combo, and the bodice clung to her perfect breasts and highlighted her cleavage. Her legs were bare and looked silky smooth even in the fluorescent lighting of the shop. His cock was already stiffening, and if he didn’t look away from Emma’s breasts soon, he’d rip right through the denim.

Fuck, he was in real fucking trouble.

Emma unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping aside so he could come in. She smelled so fucking good, and her dark hair was shiny and soft looking.

It is soft. You’ve touched it, remember?

Yeah, he remembered. Sex with Emma had been all he could think about the last few days. But his urge to gather that dark hair in his hand and use it to guide Emma’s mouth directly to his dick made him a real fucking pervert.

Yours would be the first dick she ever sucked.

You don’t know that. Just because mine was the first dick in her pussy, doesn’t mean she hasn’t given blow jobs before.

Why don’t you ask her? You can volunteer to let her practice on you if she hasn't.

“Lucas? What are you doing here?” Emma locked the door behind him. “Oh God, that pizza smells good.”

“I got your favourite,” he said. “And I’m here because when I got your text saying you were still at work, I figured you hadn’t eaten dinner either.”

“I haven’t, and I’m starving.” She grinned at him. “I could kiss you right now.”

He wanted to shout ‘Go for it!’ at her and settled for, “Do what you gotta do, dude.”

Dude? Jesus Christ in a handcart. What is wrong with you?

She didn’t say anything, and he quickly said, “So, why are you working late?”

“No particular reason,” she said. “When you had to cancel dinner, I figured I might as well stay and get caught up on the bookkeeping.”

“Cool,” he said.

There was a moment of silence, one where he tried very hard not to look at Emma’s tits and failed miserably.

Emma cleared her throat, and he dragged his gaze to her face in time to watch her sweep her hair forward to cover her birthmark. “So, um, we can eat upstairs in the mezzanine if you’d like? It has a table and chairs.”

“Sure,” he said. “Lead the way, buddy.”

Buddy? For fuck’s sake, man!

She took the bag of sodas from him. He followed her up the stairs, and the sway of her ass had his cock begging for mercy against the confines of his jeans. He reached down and quickly adjusted himself at the top of the stairs. It did nothing to relieve the pressure.

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