Page 29 of Bad Men

She sprinted to the door. The latch was undone with a flick of her wrist and she was letting me in.

“Hi!” she breathed, snapping the lock back into place behind me. “I wasn’t expecting you. What brings you—?”

She started past me and I was momentarily taken over by a force beyond my control. My hand shot out before I knew what I was thinking. The fingers curled around the soft skin of her arm and I yanked, jerking her straight into my chest. Her startled squeak was captured by my mouth in a kiss I hadn’t known how much I needed until I had her, until she was moaning my name and bowing into my hold. I held her in place with a hard grip around her middle, lifting her up on her toes before hoisting her up the rest of the way. Her arms spun around my shoulders, using them as anchors to hook her legs around my hips.

Fuck.

That wasn’t what I’d come for, but I couldn’t stop myself stalking to the counter with her in my arms and setting her on the closest stool. Her legs untangled from around me almost immediately and parted to allow me full access beneath her skirt.

Double fuck.

I knew that was my one chance to step back, to remind myself why I was there in the first place, my final opportunity to walk out and get back to my job.

“Gentle,” she whispered, taking my wrist and guiding my left hand between her thighs. “Davien was mean to her yesterday. She’s still a bit tender.”

A growl rumbled up my chest and all thoughts of walking away died with the first skim of my fingers over her panties, the heat radiating through the thin material, the delicious scent that followed. I ran a path over the mound and down to where the fabric was already growing damp.

“I hear you wore him out,” I murmured against her mouth, a mouth that pulled into a grin.

“Did I?” Her lids parted and she peered at me through her thick lashes. “Good thing there’s two of you then, huh?”

I said nothing, nor did she seem bothered for an answer when her fingers drifted down to my belt. Neither of us looked away from the other, a silent challenge to see who would blink first.

“The windows are open,” I pointed out, just in case it had slipped her mind.

An eyebrow lifted. “I didn’t take you for the shy type.”

I gave a grunt, mostly due to the liberation of my cock in her hand. “I couldn’t give a fuck, but I’d rather if your pussy didn’t go viral for the entire world to see.”

There was nothing seductive about her smile, but it had all the power of sucker punching me in the gut.

“We could go back to my place,” she volunteered. “Or yours?”

I shook my head. “I’m … working.” My gaze lowered to the cock she was stroking lightly. “How long will it take you to close?”

She shrugged. “Five minutes?”

I forgot what I was going to say when she lowered her head and delicately sucked on my head. Her tongue circled the top, cleaning the clear fluid collecting along the opening.

“Come into the back with me,” she breathed, my cock resting on her full, bottom lip. Her lashes lifted and I found myself falling under her spell. “I want to taste you again.”

Who the fuck was this girl? Where had she been all my life and why was she suddenly in it when I couldn’t have her?

“Can’t,” I groaned, not missing the faint whine in the single statement. “I need to get back.”

Ernie was going to get the beating of his life over this. If he wasn’t such a little weasel, I would already have Mia in the kitchen, on the first flat surface I came across. Instead, I had to dislodge my aching cock from her eager fingers and take a step back.

“You have three to close this place up,” I told her.

With a grin, she hopped off the stool and hurried to where she’d left her clipboard. It was snatched up along with her pencil and she set to work closing the diner. I tucked myself away and wandered over to the glass door.

“Was someone going to pick you up?” I asked over my shoulder.

“No, why?”

I studied the wet, empty street outside. The rain had slowed to a few drops dripping off lampposts and awnings, but there was no denying it would start up again. It had been a game of off and on all day.

“How are you getting home?”

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