Page 11 of Here With Me
Noah
I didn’t earn the nickname AJ in high school for nothing. So if I’m gonna die from taking a risk, then it might as well be death by orgasm.
AJ?I type out a text to ask what that means, but then it hits me.
Adrenaline junkie.
That fits her.
I swallow down the lump stuck in my throat as I reread her text.
Death by orgasm.Fucking Christ.
This girl is bold.
Then she sends another text before I can respond.
Noah
Assuming you can actually give me one. Don’t wanna make your pacemaker flatline.
Goddamn.She’s brutal.
And I can’t say I’ve ever craved anything more.
Fisher
Your pussy’s already aching for me, sweetheart. You’ll be begging me to let you come, and maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll give you exactly what you need.
More people fill the sidewalk as they leave the bar, and the doors lock for the night. I’m not sure how long it takes for them to close, but I’d wait here all night for her.
When my phone vibrates a couple of minutes later, it’s a photo of Noah’s white panties. She’s holding them up on display, and I immediately worry about the other bartenders seeing them.
Noah
I’m always a good girl.
Fisher
Put those away.
Noah
You don’t like them?
She follows her message with a sad face emoji.
Fisher
You’re going to make me lose my mind if I think about another man seeing those.
Noah
If you’re not a fan of voyeurism, I suggest meeting me behind the building where we can be alone.
People linger on the sidewalks and in the parking lots, so it’s definitely a better idea not to let them see what I’m about to do to her. She has no clue what she does to me.
Fisher
