Page 34 of Reckless Chances
She was barely finished her breathy sentence when Charlie’s left hand gripped her hip while his right pushed her upper body toward the storage shelves. Emma held on tightly, her body was tense and tingling, waiting for his warmth, needing it. She arched her back and couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped from her lips when she felt the tip of Charlie’s manhood lingering between her legs.
She arched further, the skin on her lower back prickled with goosebumps of anticipation. Her thighs started to shake. “Do it, Charlie.”
“Do what?” he growled.
The compressor stopped and the contractors' voices were audible as Emma growled, “Fuck me.”
The room went completely silent, but Emma didn’t care, and it didn’t seem like Charlie did either. Emma gasped as he thrust hard, stretching her body, and sending waves of shivers through to her fingertips. She moaned, not caring who heard. Charlie pulled back slowly and then thrust into her again, this time even harder. The shelves shook and unused paint rollers rained down beside the two of them, rolling around on the floor as Charlie increased the tempo. The shelves rattled as Charlie thrust, with his left hand affixed to her left hip, his right was able to reach in front between her thighs, and the combination of his finger and the pressure between her legs was too much for Emma. She bit her lip and tried to hold in the scream as the orgasm rolled through her body, starting between her legs, and radiating through her body. Her thighs quivered and then all of the strength seemed to disappear from her body. Charlie slipped his arm around her chest, her white T-shirt bunching under his arm as he held her upright. She leaned her head back against Charlie’s chest, her chest heaving up and down as she recovered from the best orgasm that she’d ever had. Charlie’s breath tickled against her ear. She reached her hand around to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “That was amazing.” Charlie’s hips rocked slowly, and Emma realized that he was still inside her, she swore she could feel his cock pulsing inside of her, his breaths were hot on her neck. “It’s your turn,” she whispered.
“Go back to where you were,” he whispered and pushed her forward again. She arched her back and Charlie moaned when she gave him a little rotation with her hips. Knowing that there were men on the other side of the wall, working, while she was getting fucked by her hot as hell boyfriend turned Emma on like she’d never been turned on before. Every inch of her body was hypersensitive. One touch from Charlie on a place as benign as her bicep would send chills through her body. Charlie had both hands on her hips, and she held onto the shelves as he thrust hard, his moans and grunts only making her more turned on. She slipped one hand from the shelf to back between her legs and within seconds was on the brink of a second orgasm. Charlie pulled out suddenly and she felt the warmth on her back as he gasped, his thighs shuddering behind her at the same time as the second wave of pleasure rushed through her body.
The room was hazy, but the construction sounds soon became louder and the carnage from their session came into view. They had shaken all of the paint rollers and green tape onto the floor and some of the smaller cans teetered on the edge of the shelf.
“I thought you were a good girl,” Charlie whispered.
“I was until I met you,” she said quietly.
“Stay there.” Charlie patted her ass and she heard him pull up his pants and then felt a towel on her back. “You’re going to need a shower, flower girl.” He pulled her T-shirt down over her back and pulled up her overalls.
She turned around and clipped the overalls back in place. “I want you on my body all day long.”
He smiled and pulled her in tightly to kiss her again.
“I’ve got to go to work. Your place looks great.”
“See you later? Maybe we can go for a hike or something?”
“Or something?” he smiled wryly and reached for the storage room door.
“Charlie?” Emma’s voice was a little louder, a little more frantic than she intended.
“Yeah?” he turned, his hand on the door.
“Nothing.” She smiled. “I’ll see you later.”
Emma waited in the back, reorganizing the storage room. Her brazen act was catching up with her, along with the embarrassment of facing her work crew. As she picked up the paint rollers, she saw Charlie’s wool hat underneath one of the shelves. She brushed it off and slipped it on her head.
The contractors didn’t look up from the baseboards as she walked through the store. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror behind the cash desk, her cheeks were pink, and her mussed hair stuck out from underneath Charlie’s wool hat.
The door to the store opened and a man stepped inside. The light was behind him and she could only make out his silhouette.
The sign installers weren’t due to arrive until noon, she glanced at the clock on the computer and it wasn’t even ten in the morning. “Can I help you?”
The man stepped out of the shadows and Emma’s breath caught in her throat.
For the second time that day the world went into slow motion, but this time it wasn’t from pleasure, it was from shock.
“Jason?” she stammered and took a step back.
The man squinted at her and she saw the moment when the recognition hit him. “Emma? What the hell are you doing here?”
She was frozen in place, unable to respond. Her ex-fiancé’s best friend had just stepped into her flower shop.
