Page 185 of Lilah
When his fingers start to move, he covers my mouth with his shoulder. I bite him a little bit to say 'excuse me, sir, this is inappropriate.'
We know better than to do something like this here. At least I do, Grey has no control.
His fingers slide under my nice pale yellow underwear and I harshly grip onto his shirt, squeezing it for dear life.
"You like that?" His voice stays dark and quiet. He grips the hair at the bottom of my skull lightly and pulls my mouth away from his shoulder and quickly replaces it with his mouth.
His now free hand comes to rest on my chesticle.
My boob!
After only a couple of seconds, I feel really friggin great. I feel his lips form a smirk into the kiss and I grip onto him tighter.
"Azalea, where'd you go?" I just barely hear Mr. Terrip call out. My eyes nearly bulge out of my head and Grey and I shoot away from each other.
I straighten my skirt and lick my lips as I attempt to catch my breath and try not to make frustrated noises. I'm gonna kill Grey.
I feel oddly frustrated. What is he doing to me?
I tuck my hair behind my ears and Mr. Terrip comes around the corner.
"There you are," he smiles when he sees me and I feel guilty. I glance at Grey to see him leaned back against a bookcase, looking at me with a smirk on his beautiful face.
I glare at him and he crosses his arms across his chest.
"You helpin' her?" Mr. Terrip smiles over at Grey. Grey slowly drags his eyes away from me and looks over at him.
"Yeah," he looks right at Mr. Terrip as he lies.
Asin. Not like I have room to talk though.
"Well, I gotta close up early. Bingo is an hour away today," he rolls his eyes, "pisses me off those old asses."
He's actually pretty mad.
"Sounds damn ridiculous to me," Grey mumbles.
"You're exactly right," he nods to Grey, "they expect me to waste my gas trying to win myself some bingo money? I mean there's a chance I'll win so I'll drive there but it's getting ridiculous."
I love how this problem perfectly explains how old Mr. Terrip is.
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"You have quite the nerve," I point in his face. I take a bite of my taco.
We were going to order food from a nice restaurant but all of them in town don't do takeout. Who do they think they are?
So we settled for Taco Bell.
"Doing that in the store," I add.
"Did you stop me?"
"How am I supposed to do that when..you know," I feel my cheeks tinge.
"When what?" he smirks.
"You're- You- When it feels-, I just can't," I narrow my eyes at him.
