Page 77 of Spades

I fold the blazer and place it in a bag with the shop’s name emblazoned over the front. I open the cash register and put the cash in. “Are you a member of our rewards program?”

The words were out of my mouth before I even realized. I always ask that when I ring customers up. Mr. Liddell himself has always declined, saying he doesn’t have the time to fill out the form. Surely this time he’ll also?—

“You know what?” He smiles. “I come here often enough, and I have the time. Why not?”

Fuck.

I reach under the counter and grab a form for the Hathaway Haberdashery rewards program.

“You don’t have to fill out the whole form, Mr. Liddell,” I say, handing him a pen. “All that really matters is email.”

Mr. Liddell purses his lips. “I’m a little old-fashioned. I’d rather receive your news through snail mail.”

Of fucking course he would.

He slowly writes his full mailing address on the form.

“Thank you,” I say when he’s finally done.

Mr. Liddle grabs his bag and turns toward the exit. “Enjoy the rest of your Sunday, Maddox.”

He leaves the store. I bolt behind him and lock the door, flicking on the “closed” sign.

Alissa demurely rises from behind the register.

I rush to her and grab her. “God, you look hot.”

She giggles. “I was fantasizing about giving you head while you were ringing him up.”

My groin tightens. “The counter’s not high enough.”

“I know. A shame, really.”

I kiss her again, hard and deep. God, I’m so hard, so ready.

I break the kiss. “Get on the fucking counter, Alissa.”

She walks over to the counter where Mr. Liddell’s jacket lay just a moment ago and hoists herself up. She sprawls across it, spreading her legs.

I inhale.

“God, I can smell you. How wet you are.”

I kneel between her legs, inhale again, and then nip at her labia before diving in with my tongue. I’d gladly eat her forever, but in another minute, she’s convulsing on the counter.

“Maddox!”

“God, I love to make you come, Alissa,” I growl against her soft flesh. “You’re going to keep coming. You’re going to come until you’re a fucking puddle on the counter.”

I run my fingers up her body, swatting her own hands off her nipples and pinching them myself, while I continue licking between her legs. Within a few more moments, she’s thrashing on the counter again, like a fish out of water, crying out.

That’s two so far.

She needs a third.

I pull another out of her.

Another.

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