Page 3 of Strong Coffee

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I had to be fuckedbyhim.

TWO

Camden

I had no ideawho the hell this guy was, but I found that I needed to know him. He wouldn’t stop staring. Every time I looked his way and his eyes met mine, it set every inch of me on fire.

It had been a long time since I was with someone. The last few one-night stands I had, ended up being messy. People got attached. I broke some hearts. Even though I led with the fact that I wasn’t looking for anything serious, they still became attached. So I gave up and threw myself into my work.

This guy appeared to be younger than what I usually went for. I enjoyed controlling everything that happened in the bedroom and came to the conclusion that a lot ofolder men preferred it that way. I wondered if this guy was the same. Would he let me take control and dive deep inside of him? Would he let me take over his pleasure and give him and myself, everything we needed? My cock thickened, the blood pumping through it like it knew exactly what it wanted.

My phone vibrated in my hand, forcing my gaze away from the man I was currently lusting over. When I read the text that had come in, I swallowed hard.

I had invested in a few local businesses now that I was back in the city and became a silent partner for one of the bar owners. I didn’t think the bar was going anywhere but the guy was hot as fuck and I thought maybe I could get him beneath me if I flashed some money around. It never amounted to that, and I became friends with the guy instead.

Rhett had been focused solely on growing his business but had a hard time making his bar stand out from the rest. After a year of working together, his bar had finally taken off and he was no longer in the red. It felt good to help out the smaller businesses even though I had different intentions at first.

He could be stubborn and grumpy as hell. He was older and well into his forties and difficult to work with at times. When I moved to this city, I heard that he was looking for an investor to help him get more customers. He needed help with marketing and getting word out thathe served the best burgers in town. His burgers were really that good, so he just needed a boost.

“I know you only helped me to sleep with me.” Rhett crossed his arms under his broad chest.

I grunted, rolling my eyes. “How the hell could you know that?”

“Because.” He pointed at me. “The other night when we drank a little too much after celebrating, you confessed it.”

My eyes widened. “I didn’t.”

“You did.” He chuckled. “I love you, man, but you don’t do it for me.”

“Oh I know I don’t but it doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t have tried.” I laughed, shaking my head. “I also know that there’s someone you are interested in.”

His smile fell, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

It made me wonder ever since why Rhett wouldn’t go after this guy, but I never pressed. It wasn’t my business anyway and I had more important things to take care of. Especially at the moment while this sexy as fuck, younger man stared my way.

I wasn’t sure why, but I was intrigued by the guy sitting by himself at one of the corner tables. He wasn’t usually my type. He had longer hair that he kept running his fingers through. From where I stood, I could see the tattoos adorning his exposed skin. My blood stirred. I wondered just how many tattoos he had.

I usually went for the business type or someone older, but I liked the way this guy looked at me. It was like he could see past the bullshit exterior and down to my very core. Maybe it went even deeper than that. Maybe he could see into my soul, reaching for the deepest part, the darkest part of me and begging for it to come out and play. But this didn’t make sense. I didn’t know him. Hell, I didn’t even know his name.

His dark hair fell into his eyes once again. Tattooed fingers brushed them out of the way. His eyes pierced into me, watching me, waiting for something.

I wasn’t new to one-night stands, but it had been a while. A long while in fact and my hand was no longer cutting it. After the shit day I had, I needed something to take the edge off. Maybe this stranger would be the one who could give me what I so desperately needed.

My phone buzzed, pulling my eyes from the guy currently eye fucking me. A text had come in from Rhett, letting me know about a meeting I had with him in a few days. Even though I just saw him that morning for coffee, we never really talked about business and decided to catch up on life instead. He had a son after getting his high school girlfriend pregnant after prom. They tried staying together for their child, but it didn’t work, so they raised him together as friends instead. Although Rhett and I hit it off from the very start, he was private about his personal life and never introduced me to his ex or son.

Another text came in, pulling me from my thoughts.

Rhett: The proper response is to say, ‘Yes, Sir, I’ll see you in a few days, Sir.’

I chuckled, shaking my head then typed up a quick reply.

Me: You need to tone it down on that ego of yours.

It wasn’t much of a dig, but I couldn’t focus when I was playing out in my head how the rest of the night was going to go.

When I looked back up, the guy was no longer staring at me. Much to my surprise, it sent a rush of angerthroughout every inch of me. I wanted his eyes on me. No. Ineededthem on me. I liked the way it made me feel and it left me yearning for more. It left me feeling vulnerable but alive at the same time. I had been with many people in my lifetime, but nothing ever compared to this. Lust at first sight wasn’t anything new for me but this current feeling was. It was a feeling I couldn’t even begin to describe.

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