Page 30 of Only Ever Yours

He eyes me in amusement, running his teeth over his bottom lip before speaking, “Oh… so that’s how you’re gonna be, huh, Peachy?”

I dramatically roll my eyes. “Do. Not. Call me that, Jaydon.”

Why the fuck does he have to be so sexy? Everything he does turns me on.

Totally ignoring my request, he carries on, “Alright… let’s see.” He stares at the menu above my head, with his lips pursed to the side, deep in thought, then his eyes meet mine once again. “Do you have anything here that tastes like a peach?”

My eyes roll all on their own. “Nope, sorry, we don’t.”

His eyes roam my body, confidence in his voice as he speaks, “Well… I knowonething behind the counter does,in fact, taste like a peach.”

“Jaydon.” My eyes bounce back towards the kitchen, making sure Elaine is nowhere in sight to hear this crazy man speaking. I plead silently with my eyes for him to stop, “Please… could you just tell me what you want?”

“How about you just fix me whatever drink you like to make, just nothing too sweet… the only sweetness I like is when I’m eating my peach.” He winks, and I totally ignore his little innuendo.

“Okay, well, give me something to work with. What’s your favorite flavor? We have, like, a million to choose from.” I wave over to the sign listing all the available flavors.

His eyes light up at my question, and the corner of his mouth turns up as he chuckles in amusement. “You should know the answer to that.”

I rapidly blink my eyes, getting annoyed, “No, Jaydon, I don’t… so please enlighten me.”

His face turns deadly serious before he speaks, “You’re my favorite flavor, Peachy.”

I groan at his shameless flirting, heat rushing through me like a tidal wave. I spin towards the espresso machine. I can feel the heat of his stare behind me as I take the few steps to make his drink. I quickly glance back over my shoulder, and sure enough, he’s standing there. Tatted arms folded across his chest, staring at my backside.

And I know why.

The tight cutoff jean shorts I have on cling in all the right places, showing off my curves. I know they show a little too much thigh, but I paired them with my bubblegum pink Sprinkles Café t-shirt. It's definitely not the most conservative look, but it gets hot as hell with the ovens and rushing around all morning. I’m still within dress code, though. Elaine doesn’t care what we wear as long as we have on our T-shirt with her company logo on it.

He slowly nods, staring at me. My eyes bug out at him, giving him a perplexed stare before he speaks, “Yep,” his eyes drift back down, “you definitely have a sweet peach behind that counter.”

Shaking my head at his boldness, I turn back to the machine. My lips turn up into a grin, thinking about the man behind me. I make him my favorite—a salted caramel white mocha. He probably won’t even likeit; it's sweet as hell, but I don’t really give a fuck. I just want him out of here before the morning rush of customers comes in.

Stoning my facial expression, I turn back towards the counter, grabbing a cardboard sleeve and sliding it onto the cup before handing it to him. His fingertips slightly graze mine, and a jolt runs through my body at his touch.

Fuck.

“Anything else I can get you?” I ask, keeping my voice steady, refusing to let him see the way he lights me on fire.

He doesn’t answer, just stands there silently studying my face like he's reading every filthy thought racing through my mind. My eyes dip, landing on his forearms—big fucking mistake. His muscles flex, the vein at the bend of his arm bulging, pulsing with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Damn, his arms do dangerous fucking things to me.

My pussy clenches, so wet and needy at the thought of him grabbing me, lifting me up and placing me on this very counter between us. Spreading me wide like he owns me, rubbing his fingers through my slick wetness, playing me until I break and fall apart for him.

He chews on the inside of his cheek, then drags his teeth across his bottom lip. His full kissable lip popping free, so fucking perfect, and I’m on the verge of launching myself over the counter to suck on it.

Get it together, Ells.

I shake my head, wanting to free myself from the thoughts rushing through my head. I never make the best decisions when he’s around.

Fuck, he’s always fucking with me.

My eyes bounce to meet his. He’s staring intensely into my eyes, slowly taking a sip of his coffee, his tongue seductively licking any remnants from his lips. And I know it's purely for my torture.

“It’s sweet…” his voice deep, gaze never leaving mine. “Just still not as sweet as you, Peachy.”

My pussy throbs.

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