Page 16 of Body Lock

I could go meet him, let him thank me for my generous act of kindness. Her father could also have come here himself, so why didn't he?

Did she offer to come for me?

Needed to see me again like I needed to see her?

Scratching my chin, my stomach grumbled beneath my shirt. “Yeah, I'll go see your dad. On one condition.” My tongue slid across my lower lip, smile shining wildly like a child in a candy store.

Cadence rolled her eyes. “Of course there is, and what's that?” her head pitched to the side as she spoke.

“Let me take you out to breakfast first. I know a pretty decent place not far from here.” My hands fell open, arms out wide. “Come on... I'm hungry. I don't know about you, but I can't function right without a good meal. What do you say?” Pouting my lips, I said, “I'm not too proud to beg. I'll get on my knees, right here, I don't care.”

Starting to lower myself, Cadence threw her hand out and grabbed my arm. “No, you don't need to beg.” Pulling air into her lungs like she just expelled herself from beneath water, she said, “We can get breakfast, but then right to the bar. Alright?”

“Deal, no Tom foolery, I promise.”

There was a small diner about two blocks from the police station, it was a quick walk, not even ten minutes. She was silent for most of our stroll, asking me a few basic questions about how long I'd lived in the city, and where I had moved from.

I didn't want to get into too many details. My past wasn't something I typically liked talking about. Now, I didn't grow up in a shitty home, I wasn't abused...

It's just, we all have demons in our closets, and mine are better left behind closed doors. I didn't spend years burying every memory I wanted to forget, only to rehash them during small talk.

I'm not the same man I had been, things changed, I changed.

Life changed.

There was no need to reopen healed wounds, New York was my fresh start.

Grabbing the door to 'Bell's Dine N Dash,' I courted Cadence in with a swoop of my arm. “After you, Love.”

“Thanks,” she said, grinning up at me. Her eyes streamed my body, pausing at where my cock was stowed away, its form outlined beneath the thick jean covering.

The thread of air between us wasn't enough to mask my desire. Every piece of my body ached to smell her, feel her, and taste her.

I've never wanted one person so intensely. She drives me fucking crazy! I'm not sure how long I can hold back, I'm ready to explode and I haven't even started.

Pressing my hand into the small of her back, my fingers slipped between the small opening of fabric, lightly brushing her skin. I felt her shiver with my touch as we stepped inside, and I couldn't stop the smile from pinning across my face.

The restaurant was typical for the city; small, family owned, and delicious.

Just like Cadence.

I would love to have her for dessert.

Making our way to an empty booth, I watched her perfect round ass as she slid in. My cock bulged, hardening with the view.

The cheap, black patent leather squeaked as we glided across it. Cadence shifted awkwardly, trying to put as much space between us that she could.

Luckily, these booths were small and I'm not exactly a petite guy. Standing at six foot two, with shoulders like a linebacker, in any close quarters I was hard to avoid.

Cadence sat staring out the window, fiddling with her hair. Running her fingers between the strands, her body jittered with the rapid pulsation of her heel against the floor.

She won't even look at me. Where's the confidence from last night?

Her snappy tongue was quick to whip a smart ass remark and now she's mute.

A shuffle against the floor caused my head to shift up, turning my gaze away from the beauty beside me.

“Hello, welcome to Bell's. Can I start you with a cup of coffee?” the waitress asked. Her name tag read Jackie. Holding a small notebook, she eyed us both, a tone of 'I hate my job,' sat behind her voice.

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