Page 7 of Taste Of You

Three

“Jesus, everything hurts,” I hear her moan just outside my office door where I’m pacing a hole into the floor. All night I’ve done this, walk up and down my small office while I fight the urge to find her.

Nothing makes sense. Not the invoices that need reconciling, or the payroll report I need to submit by ten a.m. tomorrow. Instead, the numbers blur and dates somehow spell her name.

Even while I hide, she’s everywhere.

In here. Beside me. Fucking with my mind.

My eyes flicker to the clock on my desk, and I realize that I’ve missed last call. “Son of a bitch,” I grunt, running a hand down my face. I’m tired and still hard.

“Call me tomorrow after class, chicky,” Ana breathes out, sounding a bit out of breath. The tone of their conversation pulls me closer to my door, and I place my ear against the wood to hear better. “I really can’t thank you enough for taking my shift tomorrow. I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”

“To be honest, it kind of works out for me. There’s this oral presentation I need to prep for. It’s next Thursday, and I could use the day before off.” There is a pause, then a thump of something hitting my door. “You think Jet will be okay with switching us out?”

“Oh, I have no doubt it’ll be okay. But just to make sure, why don’t you speak to him before heading out?”

“Didn’t he go home early?” Millie asks, her tone a bit squeaky.

“Nope. Just been busy.” Another thump, this time louder. It’s definitely Ana trying to get my attention. “Payroll night usually keeps him away from the floor.”

“Is it horrible that I am glad he did?” The hell?

“Why?” Ana snorts, loud and very pig-like. “So he couldn’t see that Alex kid ask you out again?”

Again? What did she mean, again?

And who the hell is this Alex prick?

Is she hiding him from me? Does she like him?

Before Millie can answer, I pull the door open and…catch her. She’d been against the door, not Ana like I thought.

My girl lets out a small gasp as my arm goes around her waist and pulls her close, her back to my chest. Every single glorious inch of her body fits like perfection against mine, and I groan low. “Are you okay?”

“F-Fine,” she stutters, arms breaking out in goose bumps. “I’m fine.”

“Good.” Lowering my face, I breathe her in, taking her sweet scent into my lungs and making her a part of me. “Are you stable now, sweetheart?”

“Yeah.” It comes out breathy as her body gives a small shiver—a shiver that rushes through my own and causes my cock to throb inside my pants. Causes me to swell, and for the swollen head to leak pre-come into my boxer briefs.

If she feels this, Millie doesn’t mention it. Instead, she leans back a tiny bit, her own chest expanding as she takes my scent into her lungs. Another shiver, and a small keening sound escapes her.

Fuck, what this sound does to me.

Let go and step back. This isn’t right.

Wanting her like this isn’t right.

With my lips next to her ear, I exhale an okay and let go. Once I’m certain she won’t topple over, I take a few steps back and look toward Ana. Except she isn’t there.

No one is. As a matter of fact, I hear nothing coming down the hall or toward the bar. It’s quiet. Too quiet.

“They all left for the night,” Millie says low, and my hands clench tight. This isn’t good at all. “Everyone closed shop and cleaned up over an hour ago. I-I need to—”

“What do you need.” My tone comes out harsher than I intend, the hunger palpable.

Camille licks her lip, an action I follow. She’s nervous, and even that I find adorable. “I need to talk to you. It’s important, Jet.”

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