Page 117 of A Pizza My Heart

I swallow him, hating the taste but doing it because I don’t have any other option right now.

I give his softening cock one last kiss before rising to my feet.

“Next time,” I say in his ear, “I’ll let you fuck me.”

With a satisfied grin, I slide past him and make my exit.

I pause in the hallway, tucking my shirt back into my jeans and righting my apron.

I head back to the main floor and nearly faint when I run straight into my father.

He stands there, arms crossed over his chest, eyes hard.

He doesn’t say anything, and my heart drops.

“You can’t just walk away after that, Birdie. You had my—oh. Simon. Uh, hey man.”

“Hey man?Hey man?Really, Foster?”

“Uh…hey sir?”

My dad shakes his head. “Look, I know you’re young and in love and all that other crap, but keep it professional while you’re here, okay? No romps in the stockroom. No—”

“Dad! We didn’t romp in the stockroom!”

“Oh bull. I practically created that roomforromping for your mom and me. It was the only handle you and your brother couldn’t reach.”

“Dad!” I shout again, covering my ears. “I don’t need to hear that.”

“Your mom and I had sex, Wren. A lot of it.”

“I want to die.”

“I do too,” Foster mutters. “Maybe we can be buried together.”

“Anyway,” my dad continues, living for our embarrassment right now. “Just keep it cool at work. No romps. No making out. No sex eyes across the room.”

“Dad,” I hiss.

“No drama at all. We clear?”

We both bob our heads up and down enthusiastically, wanting this moment to end and then never, ever be spoken of again.

“Good. Now get to work.”

We practically sprint away, going in complete opposite directions even though we don’t need to.

The next several hours are spent avoiding one another, pretending there’s nothing going on and acting like I definitely did not have Foster’s dick inside my mouth a measly two hours ago.

“Kid! How the hell are ya?” Randy asks as I slide up to his table.

“Not too shabby.”

“That’s him,” Blythe says, pointing to Foster across the dining room. “That’s the boy she’s in love with.”

A blush steals up my cheeks.

“Stop it,” I admonish. “Give me your order or I’m kicking you both out.”