Page 78 of Latte Girl
“Take me home with you,” she breathes against my lips, her eyes stillclosed.
I can’t help but laugh at the suggestion. She opens her eyes and gives me aquizzicallook.
“Um, about that,” I explain. “I don’t have an apartment anymore, or a car, or much of anything, really. It was all in my dad’s name and he tookeverythingaway.”
She jerks her head back in surprise. “What? Where are youliving?”
“One of my friends from design school moved out here,” I tell her. “I hadn’t really kept in touch since starting at the company, but he was the only person I could think to call. He’s been letting me crash on his couch until I find aplace.”
“Well you can’t very well ravish me on your friend’scouch.”
I raise an eyebrow. “You want to betonthat?”
She gives me a dirty smile and I can feel my cock pressing up against myzipper.
“As much as I’d love to,” she croons, “I have a new apartment with a bed that could use somebreakingin.”
“I’m at your service,” I tell her, then draw her mouth to mineagain.
We kiss until we’re breathless and almost ready to tear each other’s clothes off right there in the street. Then Hailey takes me by the hand and leads me to the bus stop. On the ride over, she explains about moving out and getting her new job as a social media manager. I ask her if there’s anything shecan’tdo, but she just laughs myamazementaway.
“I have some other news,” she adds, glancing awayfromme.
“And what wouldthatbe?”
“I startedmyblog.”
I hook my finger under her chin and turn her facetome.
“Hailey, that’s amazing. I’m so happy for you. I know it’s going to beahit.”
She smiles back at me. “It’s still a long way off from being what I want it to be, but I had to startsomewhere.”
I nod in agreement. “What did youcallit?”
She lets out a nervous laugh and once moreglancesaway.
“Latte Girl,” she says to thefloor.
I sit there stunned for a moment, and then I start to laugh. Haileyjoinsin.
“It’s perfect,” Itellher.
My hand trails up and down her thigh throughout the entire conversation and the flush never leaves her cheeks. I lean over to press my lips against the soft skin beneath her ear and she stifles a moan under herbreath.
“You’re driving me crazy,” shehisses.
“You’ll be completely insane by the time I’m done with you,” I whisper back, pressing my hand betweenherlegs.
She squeals and shoves me into thewindow.
“There are people here,” she mutters, crossingherlegs.
“Fine,” I sigh. “Makemewait.”
I take her hand in mine instead, stroking my thumb along the side of herfinger.
The bus pulls up at our stop and I tug her through the doors, my hand still clutching hers. We run all the way to her apartment building, every second that we’re not naked and pressed up against each other seeming like awaste.
