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“You’re definitely interesting,” Dax says, making my heart do a funny little flip-flop in my chest. Then, he surprises me even further by asking, “What time do you get out of here? I can’t explain it, but I need to get to know you better. I can’t believe I’ve never seen you in here before.”

“I actually just started today,” I admit. Then, I kick myself for not immediately answering his question. “I have another hour and a half before I can clock out.”

“Well, that’s not too long at all,” he says thoughtfully. “We’ll talk more then. Thank you for the latte, Chloe.”

“You’re welcome.”

The two of us stare at each other for a moment. There’s something simmering there, something I’m too afraid to name. Then Dax winks at me before turning around and heading to a table in the corner that’s within view of the bar. His bag is already there, and after he sits down, he pulls out a laptop.

I watch him until he opens the computer, not stopping until he turns his gorgeous brown eyes back on me. With a hammering heart, I get back to work, disbelief seeping out of my pores as the fact that he wants to get to know me sinks in. I’m worried that he’ll find out I’ve been watching him for years, that I’ve been inside his house when he isn’t home and that I’ve learned his schedule and his coffee order. I’m so absorbed in my own thoughts that I almost don’t notice the way his eyes continue to linger on me for the rest of my shift.

Chapter Two

Dax

Despite the fact that my laptop is open in front of me, the screen stays off the entire time. My eyes are focused elsewhere. I almost forget about my latte sitting in front of me.

I’m enthralled by Chloe. She’s a cute little thing, her black hair pulled back into a ponytail swishing with each one of her movements. And god, the way her green eyes shone when she spoke to me had me captivated.

Honestly, I can’t believe I almost didn’t come to the shop today. We’ve had a busy week at the fire station, and when I woke up this morning, I considered just having one of the energy drinks in my fridge and taking care of some housework. A voice in my head told me that I needed to come in for a latte today, and my intuition aside, it is a much better alternative to an energy drink.

I’ve never been a man who believes in fate, but I’m not sure what else to call this. Or maybe it’s divine intervention. I’m not sure, but there isn’t any point in questioning it. In fact, I’ll accept it whole-heartedly.

It doesn’t matter what led me to meeting Chloe. I’m grateful for it. And I won’t let this opportunity pass me by. There’s something special about this girl. I have to make her mine. No one has ever made me feel like this. Something primalin me wants to claim her even though I’ve only just met her. Instinctively, I know that this woman is my future.

The last bit of her shift seems to drag on. I can’t wait to get her alone, to claim her. Honestly, I don’t even know if I’m going to get her home. I have half a mind to drag her into the back of this shop and have my way with her.

Finally, Chloe starts taking her apron off, and I take that as my cue to pack up my untouched belongings. Once I have everything put away, I stand, shouldering my bag and keeping a close eye on her. When she slips into the break room, I follow her. No one stops me, and I know that’s one of the perks that comes with being a firefighter in a small town; everyone assumes I have nothing but the best intentions.

“I thought your shift would never end,” I say as I slip in behind her, pulling the door closed and pressing the lock.

She jumps, but smiles when she sees me standing there. She twiddles her thumbs together and tucks her chin against her chest when she says, “I didn’t think it would, either. I thought about just quitting on the spot so I could be with you alone.”

Something about that suggestion makes me feel like a crazed man. I’d love it if this girl didn’t have any responsibilities. My brain supplies the image of her being at my house, waiting for me to get back from work, always being available for me. My cock hardens at an alarming pace.

“Well, it’s over now,” I say, noting the way my voice has gone dark with lust. “And I can’t really complain about the wait. I got to watch you while you worked. You’re absolutely gorgeous, you know that?”

Chloe blushes beautifully, and I take a step forward, cupping her face in my palms. Gently, I tilt her face up toward mine. Her forest green eyes widen, a flicker of hope flashingthrough them. There’s nothing I can do other than lean down and connect our lips.

She gasps into my mouth, seemingly taken aback by my boldness. I take advantage of her surprise, running my tongue over her bottom lip. She lets me in, opening her mouth up even wider to let me explore.

The taste of coffee floods my senses. She must have had some right before this. I grow even harder in my pants, my length twitching with undeniable desire. Desperately needing her to know what she’s doing to me, I slide one hand to the back of her head, carding my fingers through the hair that’s come loose from her ponytail. With my other hand, I grip her waist and pull her in close.

“Oh,” she breathes against my lips, breaking our kiss and panting heavily.

“I just can’t help it,” I admit, pressing another kiss to her lush lips. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on you since I saw you.”

“I–”

Her hesitancy gives me pause. I don’t pull away, but I lean my head back, examining her face. She looks young, and part of me worries that I’m doing something reprehensible. So I ask, “Are you old enough to be doing this?”

“Yes,” she says quickly, her hands gripping onto my biceps like she’s afraid I’m about to bolt – little does she know, I’m not going anywhere. “I’m eighteen. It’s just…”

“Just what, sweetheart?” I ask, even though I think I already know the answer. I need to hear her say it, though.

After a beat, she confirms what I already suspected. “I’ve never done anything like this before… That was my first kiss.”

“Fuck,” I curse, holding onto her tighter. My cock pulses violently in my pants at the thought of being the first and only man to have her like this. I need more, though. “Baby, I want to touch you. Will you let me?”

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