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Chapter 18

Nora

Case:Meet me for lunch. My house. I’ll bring you dessert too.

Me:Do I seem like the kind of girl who just drops everything for a man?

Case:For my cock? Yes.

Me:You’re lucky I’m horny, otherwise I’d blow you off just on principle.

Case:Ha. Blow you.

Me:You’re such an ass.

Case:Be there in forty-five. Don’t wear panties.

Me:So bossy.

I quickly fire up my rideshare app and order a ride.

My ride will be here in fifteen minutes. Perfect.

I set off like a whirlwind in my bedroom to do everything I can in that amount of time.

I throw off my clothes and shimmy into a flowy purple maxi skirt and gray tank top, forgoing panties, as per his request. I stop and do a mental checklist before I head out.

Brush teeth? Check.

Deodorant? Check.

Body spray all over including the important parts? Check.

Hair tousled to look effortless like I didn’t try, but I totally did? Check.

My phone vibrates, letting me know my ride is outside. Perfect timing.

I head down, telling Amelia I’m going into town to have drinks with someone I met while I was on the beach the other day, and then I’m off.

He’s waiting for me outside on his front porch when I arrive, dressed in his uniform. I’ve never seen him in his uniform before. My body responds instantly with moisture pooling between my thighs. I squeeze them together tightly.

I climb out of the car as he walks down the front steps to greet me.

“You look pretty,” he says.

“So do you. Who knew I’d find the uniform so sexy?” I touch his chest. “I like it.”

He slides his hands from my shoulders, up to my neck and jaw. His thumbs come to rest right under my chin and tip my head back, presenting my lips to him.

“I’ve wanted to taste you all day.” He leans forward and kisses me so softly, it’s like it never happened. It’s enough to pull a purr from my greedy lips and a whine when he pulls away. “We only have an hour, and I’m going to enjoy every goddamn second of it.”

The minute the front door closes behind us, he spins around, pressing me back against the wood with my arms pinned above my head, sliding his nose along my cheek.

“We aren’t having lunch, are we?” I ask, shifting my hips toward him, searching for any type of friction I can find.

“Baby, you are my lunch,” he growls before capturing my lips once again.

I feel his hands slide down from their place on my wrists, over my arms and sides and around to grab my ass, lifting me from the ground. My legs wrap around his body like they were always meant to be there.

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