“He’s mine,” Scarlett blurts with a giggle.
“Excuse me?” A flash of jealousy spikes through me before I remember that Scarlett has no idea who he is, or that he and I already, uh, know each other.
“I called it!” she giggles. “My section.”
“No way!” I grin, playing along. “You’ve got two tables, I’ve got none.”
“Too bad, I call dibs,” she giggles. “Or fuck me, I’d take him to go.”
I blush, biting my lip as I grin and look up to see him stride inside. His eyes lock right on me, and my breath catches just like it did that first time he walked in here the other night as he strides for the counter.
“Table for one?” Scarlett blurts out.
“No, thanks,” he growls, his eyes just locked on me. “I was looking for a coffee, to go. Maybe you can help me,” he purrs, his eyes blazing into mine.
Scarlett steps back and puts the menu in her hand down. She turns and wags her brows at me as she steps past me.
“And he’s British? Are you kidding me?” she hisses under her breath as she walks past me and out from behind the counter over to one of her tables.
“Um, yeah,” I whisper. “Yeah, we have that to go.”
His jaw clenches, and we both just stare at each other, eyeing each other as the tension builds and builds around us. The air feels thicker, and I swear I can feel the heat of his body from here.
Fuck do I want him. Horribly so. Immediately. Desperately.
“Black?”
“Please,” he growls quietly, his eyes never leaving mine.
Heat pulses through my face as I turn grabbing a to-go cup and filling it with coffee. I turn and slide it across the counter to him.
“A dollar.”
He nods and slides the bill my way, but this time, his brows knit.
“You okay?” he purrs.
I nod. “Yeah.”
Oliver’s eyes narrow. “Did he—”
“No,” I whisper. “No, I’m fine. He was just in a shit mood last night and this morning.”
He nods soberly, his eyes burning hot into mine.
“What time are you off?”
I make a face. “A lot later. I’m working a double.”
“Well that’s a shame.”
“Yeah,” I bite my lip, and he nods.
“Yeah, it is. Well, later then,” he says quietly. He starts to reach for his coffee when he pauses. “Actually, mind if I use your restroom before I go?”
Before I can open my mouth, his eyes flash something fierce at me, and he leans over the counter towards me.
“And could you show me where it is?”
Oh fuck.
Heat explodes through me, tingling over my skin and taking my breath away. It pools between my thighs, making me squirm as desire pulses through my core.
I swallow, my face burning as I glance past him. Scarlett’s just chatting away with one of her two tables, and I take a shaky breath as I drag my eyes back to Oliver.
“It’s down the hall, back there,” I whisper, pointing towards it. I blush fiercely. “Give me one minute and I can help you find it if you think you’ll miss it.”
“I think I will.”
My face burns hot, and raw lust and heat throbs through me. Oliver growls lowly, his eyes tracing over my face before he turns and walks towards the hallway that leads to the restroom. I shiver, watching him walk away and already feeling my arousal soaking my panties. Every single thing about him and this entire situation just makes me feel like we’ve got this filthy, hot little secret. He’s my filthy hot little—well, not at all little—secret.
I quickly walk over to the register and grab a handful of mints from the little cup next to it. I cram five into my mouth to try and get rid of the coffee taste as I watch Scarlett smile at her regulars and walk back up to the counter.
“Hey, can you watch my section?”
She snorts and arches a brow at the almost empty restaurant.
“Yeah, I’ll see if I can manage. What’s up?”
I shrug, looking away because lying to your best friend sucks.
“Just my stomach, it’s a little on the fritz.”
“Maybe not eating a hundred mints at once might help.”
* * *
I roll my eyes and turn to covertly spit them out into the trashcan. “Thanks.”
“Hey, where’d he go?”
“Who?”
She sighs heavily. “The hot British guy with the ink?”
“Oh, I…” I shrug and look away again. “I don’t know.”
“Well, I gotcha, girl.”
“Thanks.”
I rush off, tossing my apron under the counter before I duck into the back hallway. I pause at the end of it, right in front of the bathroom door. My pulse races, and I swallow before I wet my lips.
What am I doing? This is insane, and dangerous, and if we get caught in this thing—whatever this thing is—it could mean dying. If I had any brains left that Oliver hasn’t melted along with the rest of me, I should—
The door yanks open, his eyes blaze into mine, and I gasp as he grabs me and yanks me inside. I moan when his lips crush to mine, pressing me against the bathroom door. Our hands are a frenzy—ripping and yanking and shoving clothes away until my panties are around one ankle, my uniform is unbuttoned down to my waist, my bra is pulled low, and my dress is bunched around my hips. Time is not a luxury we have right now, and we both know it.
Oliver’s shirtless, his jeans and boxers pushed low as he growls into my mouth. I pull him into me, gasping as he slides between my legs and grabs one thigh. He lifts it high to his waist, and I moan when I feel his throbbing hard, thick cock between my legs. I reach for him, curling my fingers around him and pulling him against my pussy. I whimper when his thick head slides into me, and when he growls, grabs me, and sinks ever inch deep inside, I slam my lips to his to muffle my cry of pleasure.
He grunts into my lips, his hands tight on my body as he slides his cock out and then buries it right back to the hilt. I moan, feeling my pussy clench and ripple around his huge size. His hands grip my ass, supporting me, and when he grabs my other leg, I gasp and cling to his neck as both my legs tighten around his waist.
I moan as he drives into me, fucking me against the bathroom door hard like a dirty girl. His lips tease mine, his tongue slides with mine, and our bodies grind together. We pant into each other’s mouths, gasping and moaning as he starts to fuck me harder, and faster. The lewd, wet sounds of his fat cock sliding into my eager, dripping wet pussy fill my ears along with my own moans of pleasure.
“I can’t fucking get enough of you,” he growls into my ear, making me whimper as he thrusts deep. “I woke up this morning so fucking hard for you. I woke up and the first thing I wanted was you. The second thing I wanted was you.”
I moan, clinging to him as we rock together faster, our bodies grinding and slamming together.
“The third thing, the fourth thing, the bloody fifth thing,” he groans. “Everything I’ve wanted since the moment I left you last night, is you, Delphine,” he hisses.
I moan, kissing him with everything I have as his cock sinks into me over and over again. The pressure begins to build, the heat pulsing and sizzling through me, until I can feel myself start to explode.