Page 47 of Waiting for Sunshine

“I’m coming,” I say, locking my phone and dropping it into my gym bag.

“So what’s going on with you two?” Tucker asks, taking the weights off the weight rack. The way this guy manages to be so involved in my personal life is unreal.

“Do you not have anything else to talk about right now?” I shake my head, grabbing my own weights.

“Nope. You’ve been different lately man. I wanna know what’s up.”

“Different how?” I glance at him through the gym mirror.

“I can’t describe it, man. You just - look for her.”

That’s the dumbest fucking explanation I could have gotten.

“I look for her?” I stand to face him, my face surely letting him know how dumb I think that sounds.

“Yeah, like. You’re happier when she’s around, and not your own twisted version of happy, butactuallyhappy. You look for her when she’s not around.” He continues his reps while I stand there processing.

Shit. Maybe it wasn’t that dumb.

Tucker knows me better than anyone so I’m sure the recent change in my attitude is obvious. I drop my weights back on the rack, placing my hands on my hips and staring at my feet. I didn’t quite know what to expect with Shane when we started getting closer, but now that I’ve had a taste of what it’s like to be with her, she’s it for me.

I remember her mentioning after Topgolf that she missed her job back in San Francisco. With her being out there tonight, I selfishly hope she doesn’t realize how much she still misses it. She may come back all‘Thanks for a good time, but I’m off to California again.’And I’m not sure I could handle that, because I find myself caring more about her with every passing day. I guess Tucker is right, she makes me fucking happy. A feeling I haven’t experienced in a very long time.

“She looks for you too, man. Her face lights up the second you walk through the door. ” He claps my shoulder before walking over to the pull-up bar. And dammit if I don’t love hearing that.

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When Shane walked into work today it took everything in me not to immediately drag her back to my office, just like I’d done when I got back from Texas. She is wearing a denim mini skirt and black sneakers with her Chattahoochies t-shirt today. Taking my eyes off her legs is damn near impossible.

Shane and I are getting the dining room set up and the registers ready while Marco and Heather sit at a booth rolling silverware. The glances she’s giving me have my dick springing to life, just from the way her ocean eyes watch me while we work around the bar. The scent of lavender is finally present again, surrounding me everywhere I turn. God, I missed her.

I make my way back to my office for a few minutes while Shane does the bottle count. When I think she may be done, I get up to open the office door and step outside calling her over.

“Shane,” I nod my head to the office, she immediately leaves her task behind the bar to make her way over. When she stops in front of me I motion for her to walk in and I follow closely behind, before shutting the door. She turns around to face me, but before she can get a word out, my hand is in her hair, the other on her hip, and my lips are on hers.

Fucking finally.

She doesn’t even hesitate to kiss me back, bringing her hands up to hold my face. I back her up until her ass hits my desk, then I lift her at her thighs and place her on top of it. I let my hands stay on the back of her thighs, enjoying the warmth of her skin against mine. I squeeze them tight before letting my hands travel up toward the hem of her skirt. She leans back and my lips make their way to her neck.

Lavender.

“Did you miss me, Max?” she says breathlessly. I let out a growl, and bring my lips back up to hers. They barely graze along them when I whisper,

“More than you know, Sunshine.” I nip at her bottom lip and she smiles.

She grabs my shirt pulling me closer and our lips are together again. She slips her tongue into my mouth and scoots her hips closer to me making her skirt raise even higher on her legs. One more scoot from her and she’ll feel just how excited I am that she’s back. She slides closer once more, and I am already about to lose my damn mind.

A deep rumble sounds in my chest and she pulls back slightly to smile. Her eyes flutter open and our blue eyes lock.

“I missed you too, Max.” Her voice is soft and sweet.

I lean down and kiss her again, inching my hands up her legs a little more, getting closer and closer to her pussy. Her hips slide toward me like she’s eager for my touch. I smile against her lips. “Getting eager there, Sunshine?” I tease. Hell, I’m eager for her too. The tent in my boxers is proof of that.

“Yes,” she breathes out, moving her hips once again. I trail my fingers along her clit, and she pulls in a quick breath. I move the thin black fabric out of the way, running a finger along the pool of wetness.

“So fucking wet for me.” She lets out a moan and I slowly slide a finger in, working in and out of her before sliding in another. When she goes to let out another one of her beautiful sounds of approval, I take it captive with my own mouth.

My tongue swipes her lips, and she parts them letting me in, as my fingers continue to explore her. I can feel the tension building in her body so I begin to work her clit and she fucking whimpers. I can feel her right on the edge of her orgasm, when I pull my fingers away, licking her arousal from them.

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