Page 45 of Just a Little Prick

“Okay.” I nodded. “So, do you want to get together tonight?”

“Yeah. I’ll come get you after work?”

“Perfect.”

Bradley crossed the shop. He checked inside the muffin bag and, satisfied, picked up the coffee cup. He gave me a nod before turning and leaving Bakeology.

* * * * *

We sat beside each other at The Republic, each of us drinking a beer. Bradley kept one hand on the small of my back.

“Girls keep giving you the stink eye,” he murmured in my ear.

I leaned to kiss him. “Good. Let them.”

It was good not to have to sneak around anymore.

We’d been here for an hour already, drinking and talking. Bradley was happy to call me his girlfriend now. I was just as happy to call him my boyfriend. Other women at the bar looked miserable about it, but their opinions didn’t matter.

We were happy.

I leaned into Bradley, one foot on the ground so I didn’t fall from my bar stool. He hooked his arm around me. His fingertips found the hem of my shirt and slid underneath, brushing bare skin.

“Not fair,” I murmured.

“Why not?” He leaned close and kissed me again.

I laughed and pulled away. “Because. I already want you all the time. There’s no need to tease.”

Bradley grinned at me. “But maybe I like teasing.”

He unwrapped his arm from around my waist, stroking his hand down my thigh.

I was already wet.

I leaned into him and kissed him again. “Hey. You wanna get out of here?”

“Can I finish my beer?”

“If you have to.”

“Deal.” Bradley clinked his bottle against mine and gave my thigh a squeeze.

* * * * *

We burst through the front door. Bradley remembered to grab the keys and lock the door behind us; if he hadn’t, we probably would have just left it open.

I pushed my hands under his shirt, fingers running over tattooed skin. He grunted appreciatively and pulled me in for another kiss. His tongue slid inside my mouth. I sucked on it teasingly. He grabbed my hips and pulled them flush against his.

He was already hard. I wanted to steal glances of his apartment, to see where I was, but I was already too distracted, his hard cock screamed to be released.

I reached out, rubbing him through the black denim.

“Fuck,” he mumbled against my lips.

That was the reaction I wanted.

I pulled back from him, ripping off my shirt and throwing it to the floor. Bradley dropped his as well, then moved closer to me. He unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them halfway down my hips, and glanced downward.

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