Missed Connections Box Set by Jeffe Kennedy

Author:Jeffe Kennedy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: Jeffe Kennedy
Published: 2018-02-06T05:00:00+00:00

~ 11 ~

Well, okay—but I didn’t expect a warehouse.

I handed Damien my helmet, staring dubiously at the corrugated tin siding, relentlessly lit by a single caged bulb over the door. “Is this the part where you sell me into slavery in some brothel in South America and I’m never heard from again?”

He unlocked the sliding doors, pocketed the keys and pushed his bike inside, pausing to elbow on the light. “Seems like I could have done that when I got you sick-drunk on whiskey.”

“Point,” I replied, following him in. The place was stacked with packages, a forklift sitting in one corner, shadows looming in the rest. “This is where you work.”

“The mother ship of all packages for delivery,” he agreed, carefully finding a spot and parking the bike. “Come here, luv.”

“It’s cold in here,” I said, dubiously, but went to him, unable to resist that quirk of wickedness.

“I’ll warm you up,” he murmured, leaning me against the bike and undoing my parka. “I’ve been thinking about doing this. Remembering all these curves.”

Sure enough, I heated up plenty fast. He had his hands under my sweater, my bra undone, and me squirming and mewling against him in no time. Magic hands and mouth on this guy. No wonder he’d been the one.

“Remember what I said I wanted to do to you?” He asked, teeth teasing my earlobe.

“I am not getting naked except for the boots in this warehouse.” I might be naughty Marcia, but I still had a few boundaries. Pretty much.

He snickered, and his hand skimmed down to my behind, squeezed. “What a picture. But no, even I can’t warm you up that much. I meant bending you over my bike.”

“Here?” My scandalized virgin gasp. But that wasn’t me anymore. I was a bad girl, making out with the guy I’m seeing in a dirty warehouse. I pointed at the video camera on the wall. “I don’t need a sex tape, thanks.”

He barely glanced at it. “They’re fake. The boss is cheap. He buys them off the internet and puts them up for show.” He nudged his thigh between my legs, rocking against me. “Trust me, luv.”

“I’m not wearing a skirt,” I said, realizing then that I was seriously contemplating this lurid proposal. Not just contemplating, quickly wanting it, too. “In your fantasy, you lifted my skirt.”

“True,” he mused, undoing the snap on my jeans, “but I also had you dropping to your knees and sucking me off, and we’re not doing that yet either.”

That image rattled me. Definitely dirty, to give him a blow job in this warehouse that smelled of cardboard and motor oil. Suddenly I wanted it more than anything.

“Why aren’t we doing that?” I asked, impressed at my sultry purr. I put my hand on his erection.

“Ah…” He actually stammered, tongue darting out to lick his lower lip. I loved it. And I got busy undoing his jeans. He stopped me, hands on my wrists. “Marcia, luv, I didn’t mean it that way. You don’t have to.

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