Page 18 of Slow Burn (The Boston Beauties)

I knew Lisa’s cleaning routine from all the time I was hanging around the bar, I’d probably picked up on them when I was too drunk to drive and needed to wait on her. I had been such an ass back then, just watching her do all the work. It wasn’t all that hard, but it took time and involved physical effort. I’d wipe down the table and then flip the chairs on top when I was done. Lisa came behind me with a broom, and when I was done wiping them down, I followed her with a mop. By the time I was done, it was just past nine at night, with it being winter and the bar was operating on winter hours, I switched off the open sign and locked the front door while she was finishing up at the bar.

The first time I had tried to help her, she objected, but when she saw that it got her out of here half an hour earlier, she didn’t complain the next time I tried to help or any time after that.

‘Do you mind grabbing my purse and jacket from the back?’ she asked me as I rolled the mop and bucket back.

I came back with her things, having turned off the lights and made sure the back door was closed and locked.

‘All set?’

‘Just another minute,’ she told me not looking up, but recording something on a bank slip. I knew we’d be making a deposit at the bank tonight.

Holding her things, I stood behind the bar as she did her final task, counting the till and closing out the machines.

‘Can you toss me my keys in my purse?’ she asked, bending down to the safe that was under the cash register.

I unzipped her purse and looked in, there was a book that I pulled out, and with it a condom fell onto the counter.

Her mouth hung open when she saw it fall to the ground, when I bent over to pick it up, I saw her staring at me. ‘Safety first,’ she joked.

I looked at her, not really knowing what to say, so I put it back in her purse and dug around for her keys, finding a few other condoms. ‘Did Costco have a sale?’ I joked back, finally finding her keys and passing them to her.

‘Ha. Ha,’ she stated, accenting her words.

‘I didn’t know…’ shit, I started it. ‘I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.’

She unlocked the safe with her keys, put the money in, locked it, and stood up to face me. ‘I’m not, I’m just hoping that one day you’ll act on all the flirting we’ve been doing, you dumb ass.’

My eyes went wide, it was now my turn for my mouth to hang open. I didn't think she’d be this forward. We’d been dancing around each other for a few weeks now. I really shouldn’t be surprised, I saw her checking me out, and the flirting was undeniable, but she never got me hard. I never jacked off to the image of her doing things to me. It was still always Jessa.

It was morbid, I knew that, to be getting off to a dead woman, but she was still the only thing that did it for me.

‘You got me a gift.’ I reached back in her bag and pulled out a golden foil packet. I would humor her, she’d put herself out there, it’d be a dick move to turn her down, especially since I felt my groin finally start to stir. It was itching to go, it knew what was on offer and it was a hell of a lot more appealing than my hand in the shower.

‘I’m your gift,’ she grabbed the condom out of my hand, ‘this is your ticket.’

‘A golden ticket, as it were.’ I smirked at the literary reference.

She put her hands on her hips and looked down over her body. ‘Welcome to your factory of fun.’

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t horny as hell. It had been a year since I’d had sex. But I hadn’t really thought of Lisa in that way, even though we’d been spending a lot of time together and I’d seen her checking me out.

My dick was hardening as she walked towards me. I hooked my hand around her back, pulling her against me as I leaned down to kiss her, an act she was all too eager to reciprocate. She opened for me at once and didn’t hold back in showing me just what she wanted.

Her hands slipped under my shirt and brushed over my stomach before getting right to business, undoing the button on my jeans, not wasting any time.

I took her hands in mine, looking around the bar. ‘Right here?’

‘My parents are home,’ she unzipped my pants and reached down to take my length in her other hand. ‘We can start here and finish back at your place.’

I don't know why, but it just didn’t feel right to bring her back to the reno house. First of all, it wasn’t in a presentable state as it really was still a work in progress. Second, it should have been Jessa’s place, and knowing her parents’ traditional stance on co-ed sleepovers, it just didn’t seem right.

It was only an excuse, but it was what it was.

Lisa plucked the golden ticket from my hand, and wasted no time sliding it down my dick that she already had out of my boxer shorts. ‘Take your pants off,’ I instructed, but she was already halfway there. I pushed them all the way down to her ankles, turned her around, and slid a finger in and out, spreading her juices around to make my entrance easier for both of us.

‘You’re so wet.’ I lined my hard cock up with her already-wet entrance. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Please,’ she begged, and I didn't need any more convincing. I took her from behind, pushing in hard and fast.

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