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When her grip eases and her thrashing settles, I kiss up her stomach and chest. When I reach her mouth, she opens without hesitation. Moaning at her flavor on my tongue. I put my arms beside her head and pin her hips with my own, letting my denim rub her sensitive clit. She bucks and moans into my mouth. She wiggles her feet to kick off her jeans and get her legs around my thighs. She pulls me into her harder, already on her way to another orgasm.

“Brady, harder. Please, don’t stop,” she begs as I thrust, giving her the friction we both need.

She doesn’t realize that I’m just as mindless as she is. I’m about to come in my pants like a damn teenager but I can’t find it in me to care.

“Oh, God, Brady!” she shouts as she comes again, holding me to her as I ruin my boxers and probably my jeans too.

“Skyler! SHIT!” I shout my release and collapse on top of her.

Chapter 13

Skyler

My mind wanders back to yesterday afternoon as I prepare the coffee machines for service Thursday morning. Who knew I’d be having multiple orgasms before I even have sex? Not me, that’s for sure. Brady blew my damn mind. I was so desperate to be closer to him, I would have had sex with him right then and there. But he knew I wasn’t ready. So, he took control and showed me exactly why he’s the perfect man for me. I’m sure there aren’t many men that wouldn’t have taken advantage of my wild libido for their own pleasure. Not that he didn’t get his own pleasure in the end. I grin, thinking of his embarrassed expression when he stood up revealing the wet spot on his jeans.

At first, I thought it was all from me until he waved his hand in front of his hips and said, “There, Beautiful. Now you canseewhat you’ve done.”

His face was as red as mine usually gets. I’d jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him down to kiss me. Then, I pulled him into the bathroom to shower with me before Devon got home. We would have never heard the end of it if he’d caught us in our compromising state. Not to mention the hell we would have caught for doing it in the tech room.

I’m listening to music on my left Air Pod while I get my day started. I’m just unlocking the coffee shop door and turning on the “Open” sign when my cell phone rings. I pull it out seeing Brady’s face light up the screen.

I swipe to answer and get a “Good morning, Beautiful.” before I can even offer a greeting.

“Good morning, Hot Stuff.” I giggle, putting my phone back in my pocket. “What are you doing up so early?”

“You snuck out on me—again,” he says with a huff. “We’re going to have a talk about this. I don’t like waking up without you.”

I laugh at the pouty sound of his voice. “I didn’tsneakout. I kissed you on the cheek and told you I was leaving for work. You even turned your head and kissed me back.”

“Well, I was sleep kissing. I don’t remember it. So, I thought I’d call to tell you good morning before you get busy with the morning rush,” he says, sweetly.

“Thank you. Do you have plans today? You could come have brunch with me if you want. I usually take my break at ten when Chelsea comes in.”

“It’s a date, Beautiful. I’ll be there at ten. Have a good morning,” he says huskily.

“Okay, I’ll see ya then, Hot Stuff.” I giggle just as the bell over the door rings, announcing our first customer of the day.

I look up and gulp as Dirk Sheppard strolls in with a shit eating smirk. The last place I want to be is anywhere alone with him. Even with the security cameras, I don’t trust him.

“Hey, baby. I’m glad I ran into you,” Dirk sneers at me as I back away, trying to get behind the counter before he can get his hands on me. “We didn’t get to finish our conversation yesterday. What time should I pick you up for Tracey’s party Saturday?”

He can’t be serious, can he?I’m guessing Brady is still on the line since my music hasn’t restarted. I’m trying to decide how to handle the situation. Should I let on that someone can hear Dirk, or would that make it worse? I’m trying to keep my breathing calm as I continue to back up. I definitely can’t defend myself in the middle of a panic attack. Not that I stand a snowball’s chance in hell against a pro linebacker in any case.

Just as I’m about to speak I hear Brady in my ear. “Keep calm. Don’t let on that I’m on the line. I’m getting Devon up and we’ll be there as soon as we can. I’ll stay on the line. Just breathe. I’m right here. I can hear everything.”

I let out a relieved breath at Brady’s words and the fact that I just reached the raised counter. I jump back as Dirk rushes for me and slam the hinged counter down between us.

“Dirk, there are security cameras all over this shop,” I tell him shakily as he stalks forward.

I latch the lock on my side of the counter so he can’t raise it from his side. He looks up at the camera above the cash register and scoffs.

“You think those things actually record anything? Chelsea’s cheap ass quit paying for monitoring on security years ago. I mean, nothing bad ever happens in here, right?” He smirks.

“Is that true?” Brady asks.

“I don’t know,” I tell them both.

I’m trying to watch Dirk and listen to Brady at the same time.

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