Thank You For Holding: On Hold Series Book #2 by Julia Kent & Elisa Reed

Author:Julia Kent & Elisa Reed
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Prosaic Press, Inc.
Published: 2017-03-21T07:00:00+00:00

RYAN

The last thing I need right now is a shot of excitement from caffeine, but I need to do something with my hands and mouth before I use them both on Carrie in extremely not-safe-for-public ways.

Gulping a Grind It Fresh! coffee so fast it burns my throat is a luxurious form of masochism. I’ll take it.

She smells so good. Tastes like honey and sunshine. The wall inside me between real and pretend is being demolished.

And not just by my horny jackhammer.

I stand and move up the dunes to where the inn has lounge chairs lined up facing the water. Choosing one on the end, I stretch out, coffee in hand, October sun giving my body a nice, light toasting as my heart rate goes back to pre-kiss levels. The run was for cardio.

But there are other ways to get your heart rate nice and high, and they don’t involve miles on the beach.

“Chill out, man,” I mutter under my breath, curling up to take a sip of my coffee. Abs tight, I make myself stay in place, lats tensing, working my core to get some composure. Staying centered emotionally starts with being centered in the body.

Or something like that.

I open my eyes and catch Carrie as she disappears into the hotel with Jessie. As if she feels my gaze, Carrie looks over her shoulder at me, longing etched in her face.

Yeah. If I had to choose between a brunch with a bunch of crazy wedding women and hanging on the beach sipping a latte, I’d pick coffee, too.

I smile at her, but she doesn’t smile back. Instead, Jessie pulls her arm impatiently, and Carrie trips slightly, righting herself quickly, moving with long strides that turn her ass into an animated upside down heart.

I make a sound that’s half exasperation, half arousal.

“Coffee that good?” A woman pulls her chair over to me, a floppy sun hat hiding her face. She sits down, making no effort to be modest with legs that go up to her chin, in a short skirt that shows me she favors thong underwear. “Sounds positively orgasmic.”

I’ll give her credit — she knows when to make a sultry entrance. Long, blonde hair highlighted by a color artist, curled into a loose french knot that stays in place as she peels off her hat. Toned arms, perfectly tanned, shoulders kissed by freckles. Her bright red sleeveless sun dress shows off a pair of sculpted breasts, unnaturally big and perfectly symmetrical. The toothy smile greeting me as she cradles a coffee cup in her hands on top of knees that brush against my thigh is about as obvious as a crotch grab.

“Good coffee is good coffee,” I say with a polite smile.

“And good orgasms are even better,” she replies with a wink.

Working at O means learning how to knock down passes being thrown at you from all angles, often unexpectedly and without warning. No matter what, this woman is not going to score on me, so it’s better to deflect swiftly and move on.

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