Page 17 of Just a Little Prick

“Hey, Bradley,” Lora said.

“Hey, yourself.” I turned back to her, my smile returning. Damn, what a beautiful girl. I wondered if her hair naturally had that pinkish hue to it, or if she tinted it.

She held up the bag. “Lemon poppyseed muffin. Fresh out of the oven.”

“Wow. Thanks.” I accepted the bag. My fingers brushed against her knuckles.

She blushed.

That was really cute.

But more than that, it felt like there was a spark between us. Just that little touch made me want her. This woman was going to drive me crazy if I didn’t get another ride soon.

“So,” I said. “Thanks for the muffin. Anything else I can do for you?”

“Well…” She looked past me. We had framed prints of our flash sheets on the walls, along with some of the art the guys and I had done. Lora walked past me, looking up at the different framed designs. “I was kind of starting to think about getting one.” She turned her head and looked back at me. The smile on her lips was teasing. “And I was wondering if you’d do me.”

Hell yeah, I’d do her. Any way she wanted.

I smiled and came closer. “Yeah. Of course. Anything you want.” I stood at her side, a little closer than normal. She didn’t move away. “Any ideas?”

She hummed, reaching past me and touching a simple design Benny had done that looked like a succulent. “This is cute. But I was thinking something a little more personal?”

“Yeah?” I raised an eyebrow. “I can do a custom piece. I’m assuming you want me to do it?”

“You’re the only one I trust to do me right.”

My cock was starting to strain at my jeans.

“Any of us would be good, but I’m the best.” It was hard to keep myself from thinking about her perfect skin, her beautiful body. I needed her naked again.

She looked up at me. I was struck by how pretty she looked like this—casual, not out to impress, on her way back to work.

“I know you’re the best. You told me last night you’re impressive, and you backed it up.” She was whispering now.

I lowered my voice to match. “I aim to please.”

“Oh, I was pleased. I almost pleased myself again this morning.”

That was one of the hottest things I’d ever heard. I liked where it took me—I could picture her spread out on her bed, legs kicked apart, her fingers pumping into herself. Maybe she’d moan my name when she came.

I cleared my throat, nodding. “Well, when you’re ready to lose it, come see me.”

Lora bit her lip. Her cheeks were still pink. She nodded slowly. “Maybe today? After my shift?”

“I’ll be here. Come back and see me.” I took a step back from her, holding up the bag with the muffin inside. “Thanks. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah.” She sounded breathless, nodding too quickly. “Yeah. I’ll see you.”

She turned and fled the shop.

As the door closed, Zoe snorted. “Man, you aresofucked.”

“What—” I turned to look at her, then realized that all of the guys were standing near the counter. They’d been watching. “It’s not like that.”

“The hell it’s not,” Benny said, shaking his head. “I hope we get to see it when Kenzie kicks your ass.”

“She’s not gonna kick my ass.” I shook my head. “Get out of here. Go get some lunch or something.”

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