Page 61 of Take A Number
I pull my hand out and hold her red panties to the side before crouching down to position my tip at her entrance.
Without pause, I push into her.
Hard.
“Dean.” She cries out my name and splays her hands on the counter as she tries to find something to hold on to.
“Norah,” I croak and collapse over her back, my hot breath on her shoulder blade. “Fuuuck,” I huff because my dick is going to blow any second, and I need to take a minute to get some fucking control.
She wiggles back into me and moans, begging me to move, so I man up and do what men do when they’re balls deep in the most beautiful woman they’ve ever seen.
I think about my grandma or the S&P index or the sticky mess on the floor or anything and everything that isn’t how fucking great Norah’s pussy feels around my cock.
Once I’ve regained some control, I stand and pull out of her before plunging back in. “Fuck, you feel so good, Norah.”
“Oh God,” she moans and presses her forehead against the cool granite. I plunge back in and she gasps, her creamy back arching beneath my hand where I’m holding her thong to the side as it strokes over my slickened cock with every retreat.
It’s fucking glorious.
The next few moments are an animalistic blur of grunts and thrusts and cries. A haze of sweat-slickened backs and tight grips on hips. Norah’s loud and raspy voice fills my ears as she calls my name over and over. She climaxes around me within the first two minutes, but I don’t give her a second to recover. I just keep moving in and out, in and out, every stroke of her channel on my cock causing my muscles to tense more and more.
She comes again when I reach around and thumb her clit. The image of her writhing against my counter makes me feel like a fucking champion. The sight of her losing her mind tips me over the edge too, and I no longer care about giving her a twenty-minute dick.
I can’t help myself. This sex is good. Too good. And as I moan and flinch and empty myself inside her wet, slick heat, gripping her hips like a fucking lifeline, that urge I had before of never being able to get enough of her returns like a thundering stampede.
“Oh my God, Dean,” Norah groans as she extracts herself from my grip and turns her wide, sex-filled eyes to me. “Please, feel free to bend me over any surface we come upon in the near future…’cuz that…was some stress-relief sex, right there.”
I force an uneasy smile as I pull the condom off, knotting it before depositing it in the trash. “We went to all that effort to clean up, so it seemed like a good idea.”
She readjusts her red thong. “You know what would taste really good right now?”
If she says my cock, I’m going to have to break all my rules and marry this girl.
“My seven-layer strawberry cream cake,” she growls and then steps over the mess on the floor to begin rifling through my cupboards. “What kind of baking ingredients do you have in this bachelor pad?”
“Prepare to be underwhelmed.” I tilt my head to fully appreciate the image of her in red lingerie digging around in my kitchen. It’s not a bad look. I could almost get used to it.
I shake that thought out of my head. “How about we get dressed and go out for some ice cream?”
She turns her wide blue eyes at me. “Now you’re talking.”
Istride into Rise and Shine Bakery the next morning with my laptop in hand, ready to work. I’m meeting a client later, so I’m dressed in gray slacks, a bright green blazer, and a striped button-down. I feel good. Really good. Possibly because I had great sex last night…twice. Once before ice cream and once after ice cream.
But mostly I feel good because Norah and I are amazingly on the same page. She didn’t sleep over last night because she had early bakery deliveries this morning. And as we sat in her car and licked our cones, we established that sleepovers weren’t a great idea since this was a casual thing anyway. I thought Norah was going to bust out a yellow legal pad and make another list of rules since we haven’t written anything down for this new arrangement, but she held back. Maybe I’m wearing her down a bit after all. That food fight we had last night definitely seemed to relax her.
“Dean, I already took a number for you,” Kate calls out, waving me over to the booth she’s sitting at.
“That’s what she said,” I reply with a laugh and then turn to find Norah staring at me from behind the counter. She’s dressed in her classic white baker’s coat and another one of her Heart bandanas. She doesn’t seem to like my joke.
Smiling broadly, I walk over to the end of the counter where she’s standing. “Morning, sugar lips.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Is that how boyfriends talk in their girlfriends’ establishments?” Her lips twitch as she fights back a smile. She’s not pissed. Not even a little. She’s just seriously cute.
“Never.” I shake my head slowly. “I don’t know who said that…it was some guy behind me. You want me to kick his ass?”
“Yes, please.” She stops the charade and smiles while she sets about arranging the last of her tray of donuts in the glass case. “You’re here early this morning.”
“Kate wanted to work together today, plus I have a client coming after a while.” I prop myself on the counter and waggle my brows at her. “And I missed you, of course.”
