Page 26 of Just a Little Prick

“Oh, yeah. I just…you know. Was sitting while the cupcakes baked.”

“Right.” But she glanced toward the fridge.

“It’s really hot in here.” I felt my cheeks warming up with embarrassment. “I just stepped into the fridge for a minute to cool down.”

Kenzie looked at me, laughing softly. “It’s okay. You don’t have to get defensive. Just don’t stay here too late, okay?”

I breathed in deep, let it out slowly. “Sorry. I’m just trying to fill up my schedule as much as I can. Keeps me from thinking about Chris.”

The look she gave me was sympathetic. She came around the island and touched my shoulder, giving it an affectionate squeeze. “Just don’t wear yourself out. If you ever want to do something fun, let me know, okay?”

“Okay.” I nodded. “Yeah. I will. Now get out of here, okay? Don’t you have to be somewhere?”

Kenzie laughed. “Yeah. I just forgot my planner. It was under the counter. And I wanted to check on you.” She stepped back, smiling. “Text me when you head home. Let me know you’re okay.”

“I will. Have a good night, Kenzie.”

“You too.” Kenzie turned gracefully on her heel and left. I stood still, waiting until I heard the bell ring again.

She was gone.

I hurried to the fridge and pulled the door open. Even fully dressed, Bradley was shivering. I stepped inside and threw my arms around him.

“Sorry!”

His teeth chattered and he shifted toward me. I hugged him close, sighing.

“Sorry.” I pressed my head to Bradley’s chest. “Come on out of the fridge?”

“Or,” he said. The seductive tone was creeping back into his voice. “Why don’t you come in here and warm me up?”

That was risky. I needed to hear the timer, and what if Kenzie came back again? But it sounded too fun to pass up.

“Sure.” I stepped into the cooler, pulling the door shut behind us.

One more for the sex list couldn’t hurt.

Chapter Nine

Bradley

I didn’t want to deal with this today.

Normally, I’d love to be working on a gorgeous girl’s tits. Emily’s were great—not too big, but perky, comfortable to hold. I’d definitely held them before.

I should have been rock-hard.

Nothing was happening down below.

“...and anyway, I just thought it was stupid for her to say that.” Emily looked at me, smiling. She wore black lipstick today. I’d usually be thinking about those full, painted lips wrapped around my dick, but today the mental image didn’t hold any appeal.

What was wrong with me?

“Yeah, it sounds like it,” I replied. I pressed the needle back to her skin, dotting red into the eyes of the bat I was tattooing on her underboob. Honestly, I was surprised it had taken her so long to get a bat tattoo.

I lifted the needle, nodding in satisfaction and holding up a mirror. “Check it out?”

She adjusted the mirror, nodding her satisfaction. “Perfect as always, Bradley. You’re the best.”

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