Page 10 of Gina's Fantasy

Chapter Six

Flynn smiled as Gina’s fingers flew over the keyboard for the next hour. He finished putting the chairs together but hesitated moving on to the next step. Gina was lost in her work of make-believe and did not seem to notice, or care, that he was watching as she grew more aroused by whatever she was writing.

He watched until a triumphant expression crossed her face and she typed the last few letters, ending with a flourish. “The end,” she murmured with a grin that sent the blood he had finally coaxed out of his cock, right back into it again.

“All finished?” He chuckled when she jumped with a squeak and glanced around, as if wondering where she was.

“Oh, yes, all finished,” she responded with a bright smile. “How about you?”

“I finished up about ten minutes ago.”

She blinked, a bit slow to reemerge from the creative world she had been in. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could have stopped.”

“No way. That was one of my fantasies,” he said as he rounded the table and crossed the garage for the second time. “I’ve been wanting to sit and watch you work for months, knowing what you were writing and how at the end of your writing you’d be all wound up and in need of some serious stress relief.”

The smile she sent him as she slipped off the stool and came around the corner of the table where she had been working sent his cock into full arousal. “Really? It had to have been boring watching me just type.”

“Ah, but you don’t just type,” he said, meeting her in the middle of the room. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He smiled when she sucked in a breath as her bare, stiff nipples rubbed against his shirt. He began to shuffle them along in time to the ballad playing on the radio. “You make the most interesting faces and mutter nonsense, and I think you even moaned and groaned once or twice.”

His heart filled with joy and laughter when her cheeks turned bright red just before she buried her face in his shoulder. “Oh, my God, I didn’t realize. You should have stopped me.”

“No way,” he said, rubbing one hand down her back to cup her ass. “I wanted to see you at work. I must say, you are intense. Your phone rang twice and you never skipped a beat in your typing. So, how are you feeling?”

Before she could answer, her stomach gave a loud rumble. In response, his made a similar loud, long sound of hunger.

“Well, I guess that answers that,” he said with another laugh. “Good thing I ordered pizza.”

God, what was it about this woman that he had him laughing at everything when they were together?

When a door slammed out in the driveway, she froze in his arms. He tightened his hold on her to keep her bare chest pressed into his shirt when she tried to pull away. A moment later, a figure entered the open garage door.

“I have an order of a pepperoni and mushroom pizza and two bottles of Pepsi for Flynn?” the deliverywoman said as she stepped inside.

“Put everything on the table, please,” Flynn directed as Gina tried to bury herself even deeper into his embrace.

“Have a good day,” the woman said, setting the pizza and soda next to Gina’s tablet and then leaving.

The woman in his arms did not lift her head until the car door slammed again and engine started and then slowly faded away as the deliverywoman drove away.

“No one coming by, huh?”

“She wasn’t unannounced. I called the order in,” Flynn pointed out, trying hard not to grin at the rosy flush of embarrassment that covered every inch of Gina’s skin from hairline to nipples.

“So, now that we’ve both finished our work for the morning, what are we going to do?” Gina asked, sounding like the flirty, teasing woman he loved to talk to.

“Now we eat. Then I thought you could come with me while I make some deliveries,”

“No relaxing breaks that take all afternoon?” she asked with a smirk.

Flynn wobbled his eyebrows as he released her and tweaked her nipples. “I wish, but I need to get these pieces delivered this afternoon. Maybe you can find a way to relax yourself in the truck while I’m driving,” he said.

She giggled at his expression when she pulled her bra together then rebuttoned her shirt. “Maybe. Or I could take a nap with my head on your lap, rubbing my hand back and forth against a certain length of man-flesh.”

Flynn groaned and walked to the refrigerator in the far corner of the room to keep from stripping off the rest of her clothes. He could see himself bending her over the edge of the table and fucking her until they were one giant puddle of goo melted together on the floor.

“Water or soda?” he asked, grabbing a couple of paper cups he kept there for just such occasions.

“Soda, please,” she responded. Tones of the sexy siren that tempted him so quickly and thoroughly were still audible.

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