The Starfish Method by JB Heller

Author:JB Heller [Heller, JB]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-20T18:30:00+00:00

Three days later, I got Tom to give me the security codes to enter the restricted staff zones behind the scenes of The Aquarium. He didn’t even ask why I wanted them; he simply gave me a knowing grin then handed them over.

After punching in the code on the digital lock at the staff entrance by the rear parking lot, I go in search of Hannah. A guy wearing a wetsuit steps in front of me, placing a hand on my shoulder, attempting to steer me back toward the exit. “You can’t be back here, sir.”

I dig in my heels, look at his hand, then pluck it off, dropping it away from me. “First, don’t touch me. Second, I can go where I please, and third, where’s Hannah?”

His forehead scrunches as he eyes me. “Who are you and what do you want with Hannah?”

A feminine voice comes from down the hall. “Sam? What are you doing here?”

I sidestep the guy and stride toward a similarly dressed Hannah. “Bought you lunch,” I say, gesturing to the takeout I picked up on my way here. “You couldn’t get away from work, but I could. So, here I am.”

She frowns at the brown bag in my hand then leans toward it, sniffing. “What is it?”

“Medium rare eye fillet with garlic sauce and a side of fries.”

Her eyes light, and she snatches the food from my outstretched hand. “Follow me,” she says over her shoulder as she walks farther down the hallway.

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’m on her heels, my eyes fixed on her ass swaying as she goes. It looks amazing wrapped in that skintight blue wetsuit. But I’m not the only one who notices. The guy who stopped me before is also watching her. I close the distance between us and curl a possessive hand around her small waist, walking beside her instead of behind her.

Hannah leads us to a room at the very end of the hall then closes the door behind me. I don’t miss the click of the lock or the seductive little grin on her pretty mouth when she does it.

Glancing around, I take note of the two couches pushed against the wall and the table with long bench seats on either side. When I turn back to Hannah, my mouth goes dry. She’s tugging down the zipper on the front of her wetsuit, slowly revealing more and more of her creamy flesh.

I swallow. “You don’t want to eat your steak?”

All I get is a shake of her head, then she’s on me. I trip backwards, landing on the couch behind me, and she quickly scrambles into my lap. Her lips press to the edge of my jaw, followed by a sweep of her tongue with a roll of her hips over my growing hard-on.

“Jesus, Hannah,” I groan. I came here to feed her and talk. As horny as I’ve been, I didn’t intend on fucking her at her place of work. But the way her hips keep rolling over me, that’s exactly where this is going.

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