Page 40 of Connected By Stars
“It’s really good. You know I always love your work.”
“Thanks. I’ll have more footage this Friday for next week, but I thought I would do some overall store filming while I’m here. I brought my gimbal, so I’ll be able to walk around and point out all the merchandise.”
“Film away. I’ve got a new shipment of rash guard tops ready to be put on display, so you can get those in some of your clips, too.”
“Perfect.” She stands up and starts to put away her laptop, giving me the perfect view of her ass from my chair. Unable to stop myself, I grab her waist and pull her back on my lap so she’s sitting on me. I hear her gasp as she feels me hard beneath her.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I bury my face in her neck and breathe in her scent. “I feel like a horny teenager with a constant hard-on. You drive me completely insane,” I whisper in her ear. “I’m used to being in control, and with you, it’s you who has all the control over me.” My hands go to her waist, and I find her bare stomach under her shirt.
“I think you have it all wrong,” she says quietly. “I’ve waitedtoo long to feel this with you, and I’m at your mercy if you decide to walk away.”
“I don’t think I can walk away.” I kiss her neck, and she moans as I lightly bite her skin. I bring my hand up and lightly skim over her breast before grazing her nipple with my thumb. It instantly hardens from my touch.
“Oh God,” she breathes. She shifts on my lap, and I groan as it causes her to rub against me. She turns her head and finds my lips waiting for hers. I suck on her bottom lip before diving in. Our tongues entangle as I desperately try to satisfy my need for her. Her hand tugs my hair as she pulls it slightly. I hear the jingle of the door open up front, and I break away.
“Fuck,” I groan. I try to catch my breath as I reluctantly let go of her so she can stand. Running a hand through my hair, I let out a frustrated sigh. “I guess it’s time to open.” I stand up and make sure my t-shirt covers up my evidence of how bad I want her right now before walking up front to greet my first customer of the day.
I get busy with a rush of customers and notice Bell come out of the back. I watch her start filming in the back of the store before I focus on the person I’m helping. I’m ringing up my last customer when a group of girls come in. They’re about Bell’s age and my usual go-to type. They walk to the counter and grin when they see me. By the look of their body language, they want something more than what I have in the store, but I decide to play along.
“Hi, ladies. What can I help you with?”
“Oh, you can definitely help us with something,” one of them says before she gets elbowed in the stomach.
“We were just curious about what you carry in the store,” the brunette says. “We’ve been following you on social media and wanted to check it out ourselves.”
“Well, feel free to look around and let me know if you needhelp with anything.” I grab the box of rash guards and begin to go through them. I hear them giggle as they wander around the store. I look behind me and see Bell watching them with a frown on her face. I softly laugh and enter the tops into the system. These are just the type of girls that Sophia and Bell try to stay away from.
“Do you have a dressing room to try this bikini on?” I glance up and see the blonde one holding a skimpy bikini.
“Yeah, it’s right over there.” I point to my left, where two small dressing rooms sit.
“Thanks.” She walks back toward them, and I get back to work.
“I don’t know.” I hear a few minutes later. “What do you think?”
I look up and see the blonde standing in front of the floor-length mirror, studying herself in the bikini. She’s looking at me and waiting for my reply.
I would have been over there laying on the charm a couple of months ago. She’s a beautiful girl with a great body, but it does nothing for me. “It looks good on you,” I say, not wanting to be rude.
“I’m not sure yellow is your color.” I turn and see Bell standing next to me. She must have snuck up behind me. I try to hide my smile at her comment.
“Really?” She looks again in the mirror and turns around, showing off her cheeky bottoms.
“I think you look hot,” her brunette girlfriend says, turning and eyeing Bell.
“I’m going to get it. Especially since he said, I look good in it.” She motions to me and smiles. “I didn’t catch your name.”
“Maverick.” I smile back and feel Bell’s eyes on me.
“I’m Paris.”
“Of course you are,” I hear Bell mutter next to me.
I clear my throat to stop my laugh. “It’s nice to meet you, Paris. Let me know if you need anything else.”
“Thanks.” She turns and goes back into the dressing room.
I’m ringing up her friends when Paris comes back out. She lays the suit on the counter and smiles at me. “I decided to get it. So, I saw your page on social media and noticed how good you are at surfing. Do you give lessons? I would love to learn.”
