“Edna with the bowl haircut? No way.”
“You’re not jealous, are you?”
“Of course not. I just wonder whether he still thinks he has a chance.” Preacher leaned closer. “Think about it. Every time your shop was vandalized, who did you have to go to for help fixing things up?”
Laura crossed her arms over her ample chest. “What you say makes sense, but you don’t know Bob. He’s a very nice man. Very giving. He supports the high school’s booster club and hosts the Angel Tree at Christmas. Last year, he donated wood to repair a house for a couple whose home burned halfway down. I think you need to look elsewhere.”
Preacher’s mouth firmed at her starchy tone, but he gave her a nod. “You know him better than I do.” However, he was still having Fig dig around Bob’s record. He gave her a small smile. “Did we just have our first fight?”
“You call that a fight?” When he smiled, she huffed a breath and uncrossed her arms. “If we ever have a fight, your ears will bleed. I get loud.”
“You?” He laughed. “I just can’t picture it.”
She gave a firm nod. “Barry Nordstrom claimed that his ears rang for a week after he pushed me off the monkey bars.”
“You fight often, then?”
A grin stretched her mouth. “Nope. I’m pretty even-tempered. Pretty boring actually.”
“Well, it’s a good thing I like boring.”
Her eyebrows lowered.
He held up his hand. “I was kidding. If you need a reminder, last night I was the one doing the shouting.”
“Shhh,” she said, her cheeks turning pink. Then she bit the corner of her mouth. “I think I need to check on something in my office.”
“You do? Right now?”
“Yeah, and I might need your help getting something off a very high shelf…”
Preacher’s cock stirred at the rosy color filling her cheeks. Getting her meaning, he sat straighter in his chair. “Can’t have you falling off some ladder when I could help you out. I’m here to serve and protect.”
She cleared her throat. “Wait a minute or two. Then meet me at the back door,” she whispered then stood and walked around the counter. She paused beside Katie, leaned close to her, then moved again, heading down the short hallway to her office.
Preacher pretended nonchalance, stretching his arms above his head then shooting to his feet. He grabbed the mug and walked to the counter to hand it to Katie. “Thanks for the coffee.”
“Oh, I think you’ll be thanking me for so much more,” she said and winked.
He left the shop and walked toward his vehicle, all the while glancing out of the corner of his eye to see whether anyone was about. When the coast was clear, he turned the corner into the alley and made his way around the building. The back door opened, and he ran up the steps.
When he closed it, she was already at her office door. He hurried behind her, gripped her hips and pushed her faster inside the room then turned to twist the lock on the handle.
When he faced her again, she was already pulling her pink T-shirt over her head. “Anyone see you?” she asked, her words muffled by the fabric.
“Nah. Remember, I can conduct a stealthy operation.” He unbuckled his belt then thumbed open the button on his jeans.
Laura tossed her shirt away then unclasped her bra. The tips of her large round breasts were already hard. He liked how dark they were against her paler pink areolas, like the perfect centers of twin targets. His mouth watered as he slid down his zipper. He grimaced as the hard metal scratched at his dick. Quickly, he pushed down his jeans, just far enough to free his cock. He quickly drew his wallet from his back pocket, slid out a condom, and wrapped himself. No way was he coming out of her until they were done.
Laura shook her head and pushed down her jeans, slipping out of her shoes then stepping on the ends of her jeans as she worked them down her legs. When she was nude, except for a pair of Wonder Woman socks, he walked toward her, reached around her, and lifted her by her ass. Two steps and he had her ass on the edge of her desk.
She whipped her legs around him and leaned back on her arms. “Gotta be quick,” she warned.
“I can multitask,” he growled, reaching with one hand for a lush breast and reaching downward with the other to slip his fingers between her legs. She was already wet, so he inserted a finger and used his thumb to rub her clit.
Laura’s eyelids dipped a bit, and her mouth grew slack.
“Never did ask last night,” he said, leaning close to give her mouth a quick kiss. “Are your nipples tender?”
Her eyes widened. “Why?”
He pinched her nipple then gave it a slight twist. “Just trying to figure out what you like, baby.”
“Do that again,” she said breathlessly just as more moisture coated his fingers.
Preacher thrust another finger inside and bent and rubbed the scruff of his beard against her breast before he took her nipple in his mouth. As soon as he sucked it inside, her body quivered. When he teethed her nipple, she gave a low moan and her head fell back. He sucked harder and began to stroke his fingers inside her, twisting his fingers, rubbing inside her channel, until she gave a jerk and a little cry. He let go of her breast. “Did I find it?”
“Don’t know, but…Preacher…come inside me now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, withdrawing his fingers and straightening. He fed his cock inside her, watching as her pussy consumed his length. “Hold on to me.”
She wrapped her arms around him and tightened her legs. He lifted her and strode to an empty space on the wall then pushed her back against it. Once she was pressed tight against the paneling, he loosened her legs and hooked his arms under her thighs. Then he began stroking—not gently. He was already past that, and it sure looked like she was, too.
Her mouth pursed as she began to pant. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. “Harder,” she whispered.
He drove forward and up, jerking on her thighs as he powered into her. His cock drove through slick hot heat that pulsed all around him. “Damn, girl,” he whispered against her lips.
Her smile was strained. “Don’t know…how you can talk… Can’t catch…my breath. So good.”
“It’s never been like this…for me,” he admitted.
Her eyes widened for a second, and then became catlike. “Like how I feel, do you?”
He nodded and kissed her mouth. It wasn’t a lie but also wasn’t even a fraction of what he felt—desperate, so hard he wouldn’t have been able to stop if the walls came crashing down around them. He loved how she felt, full-bodied, soft as silk. All woman. His woman.
His heart beat like loud bass drum, and his arms burned from moving her up and down, up and down on his cock. The fit was snug, and her channel getting hot. Then she jerked against him, and her head knocked against the wall. He mashed his mouth over hers again, just in time to muffle a scream. Then he came, too, his balls exploding.
For long moments afterward, he continued to rock against her, loath to withdraw from her heat.
Laura kissed his cheek and gave him a hug. “Damn, Preacher. I’m gonna be spoiled for any other man.”
“That’s the plan,” he said, kissing her bare shoulder then raising his head.