Page 32 of Blame It On the Lattes

“Yes, Sam. I want it more than anything.”

“I don’t want you to feel rushed. We can take things slow.”

“I don’t want slow. I want fast and hard. Possibly bent over this counter or on top of it. I don’t care. I just want thatpromise of a good timethat keeps poking me through your jeans.”

He chuckled and playfully nipped my earlobe.

“A quickie in a coffee shop is not how I ever imagined us doing this,” he said with a laugh.

“You’ve thought about us having sex before?”

I pulled back slightly so I could see his face as he answered.

“Maybe a time or two.” He shrugged but didn’t give me any of the juicy details I wanted.

“Oh really? And what exactly did you picture when you thought about us having sex?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Sam!” I exclaimed with a smile stretched so tight across my face that it hurt. “That’s not fair. Tell me! Please... I won’t tell anyone.”

“Neither will I.”

I shook my head, frustrated that he was refusing to tell me about it. But then he leaned forward and began kissing my neck again, making me forget all about the other stuff.

His lips were soft and tender as they grazed over my skin, covering it in goosebumps. I reached down and grabbed for the bottom of his shirt again, this time pleased when he allowed me to remove it.

I knew that Sam was gorgeous, but shirtless Sam was my new favorite. My fingers scraped gently down his chest, loving the way his hard pecs felt beneath them before lowering over his defined stomach to the top of his jeans.

“If I’m losing clothes, so are you,” he teased, arching an eyebrow.

I lifted the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head, revealing a black lace bra as I tossed the shirt to the floor. His eyes leisurely roamed over my body as he licked his lips, making my knees wobbly. I was thankful that there weren’t many windows in the store and that the few there were had been frosted and elaborately decorated for the holiday, making them impossible to see through from outside.

“Pants, too,” he instructed, stepping closer and invading my space again as the spicy scent of his cologne filled the air between us.

I looked up and locked eyes with him as I unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them slowly down my legs until they were in a puddle at my feet. I stepped out of them, suddenly self-conscious that I was standing in front of him wearing nothing but my bra and panties. Not only that, but the lights were bright enough for him to see the stretchmarks on my stomach from carrying Kennedy.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly, reaching for me and pulling me against him again.

“I’m officially wearing less clothes than you, so I think it’s your turn to take something off.”

“I will in a minute. But first,” he paused as he lifted and set me on the counter, “I want to make you come on my tongue.”

I couldn’t see my face, so I had no idea what it looked like. But if I had to guess, I would say it was similar to one of those old Looney Tune cartoons where my eyes bulged out of my head and were three times the size they normally were.

I didn’t doubt Sam was good in bed, but hearing Sam with a dirty mouth was more than I was ready for.

“Don’t look so surprised,” he teased. “I love eating pussy.”

I watched as he lowered himself between my legs and gently pushed my panties to the side, exposing me. His touch was soft and gentle as he lightly brushed his fingers along my thighs, his mouth now mere inches away from my slit.

I leaned back on my hands, watching as he looked up at me while his tongue ran across my pussy, licking up my wetness as it slid inside. I gasped and closed my eyes, the sensation enough to make me lose it.

His hands gripped my hips as he pulled me closer to the edge of the counter while he continued to fuck me with his tongue.

Everything felt so amazing that I never wanted this to end. I reached down and grabbed his short hair, slightly digging my nails into his scalp as I teetered on the edge of climax. It would be embarrassing with how quickly I came, but I didn’t care. No one had ever made my body tingle the way Sam was, and I wanted every ounce of pleasure he could give me.

His grip on my hips tightened as he pressed his lips against my clit and began to suck.

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