“No, you were never that good. She’s a fucking goddess.” I smirked at her and grabbed my dick. “Are you jealous that she can turn me on just by looking at her?”
Her gaze narrowed. “Shouldn’t you be home with your mommy?”
“Shouldn’t you be shutting your fucking trap before you piss me off any more?” I turned to Shone, who sat there with stupid written all over his face, staring at us. “Dude, her pussy isn’t worth the hassle—I should know.”
Monica jumped up, hissing, her face red and angry. “You wouldn’t know good pussy if it jumped on your dick.”
I remained staring at Shone, ignore her tantrum. “And how the fuck do you put up with her bitchitude? I mean, there’s got to be tons of dim-witted girls out there that would be a perfect match for you color of crayon.”
“Man, shut up. Stop pulling me into it.” Shone shook his head and looked at her. “Babe, sit down and ignore him.”
“You should listen to your pup.”
“He’s twenty-four, asshole!”
“And you’re thirty.”
“Shut the fuck up.” She snarled at me, shaking, and by the expression on Shone’s face, he had no idea.
“That’s your comeback?” I quirked my brow at her and then tipped my head back, a strained laugh coming from my chest. “Thank God there are only ten months left on the lease.”
And there it was—the first hint of what was going down. She’d find out next week anyway.
Her expression was priceless—wide-eyed horror. It shocked me to see, because she was smart. How could she not see the writing on the wall? We were done as business partners.
“You think I’m afraid of you?” Her hand shooed at me. “Crawl on back to your mommy’s house.”
I stood up and faced her full on, every muscle tight. I was ready to fucking hit her, and there was no one to hold me back or calm me down—though Shone stood, moving to stand between us.
“Say another fucking word about my mom, bitch.”
“What? What will you do, dickwad?”
I’d become so lost in the blazing anger that I didn’t notice the surge of lust that suddenly pumped through me. It wasn’t until a scream echoed off the walls that my vision cleared and I saw Hope at their table.
“Oops,” she said, picking up a now-empty cup of soda.
“You idiot!” Monica’s screech could be heard blocks away.
“I’m sorry.” Hope remained calm and collected, nothing like when she was near me. A glance my way with a small smile was all I needed to understand she’d done it on purpose.
It was the first sign she’d given me to show she was interested in me for more than the strange, overpowering attraction between us.
Chapter 6
The manager came out and asked us to either calm down or leave. There was no way in hell I was leaving, and Monica didn’t back down either. Instead, in her soaking wet clothes, she finally stopped talking and sat back down. She and Shone stayed on their side and left me alone.
Peace at last.
Well, as close as I would get to peace with the fire that ripped through me every time Hope came back in the room. Serving more tables meant she swung by more, and the lust was compounded with each pass. All control was fast slipping from me—I wanted to tear her apart. My muscles flexed, begging to touch her, consume her and burn together. I wanted to take her on the floor right there in front of Monica.
“How’s your wrap?” She tipped the water pitcher in her hand, refilling my glass.
I finished up my bite and stared into her blue eyes, another shiver running through me, cock twitching. “I didn’t come here for the food, but the wrap is good.”
Her hand tightened around the handle, lip caught between her teeth again as she shook her head. “Stop.”
I grabbed hold of the pitcher, afraid of what I would do if I touched her skin. “I wouldn’t even if I could.”
She gave me one last look before turning and walking away. Something inside me got angry every time she left, but at the same time, I loved to watch her body move. Each stride of her long legs begged me to follow.
After she refilled my water and I paid the bill, I figured I’d worn out my welcome for the day, especially by the glares I got from the manager. There was always tomorrow. As I exited the bathroom, ready to jump into my car, her melodic voice filled my ears.
“Mac, I’m going to take a break. Table two has their check.”
She walked past the restroom alcove and out the back door. My cock twitched as I stood there, deciding what to do. Truth be told, there was no decision. I’d already started following her.
I knew what I wanted to do, what I needed. The devil was winning again, because I was going to get it.
She’d reached the edge of the building by the time I got out the door, my pace even, measured, letting the thirst for her fill me. When I rounded the corner, she was leaning against the brick wall, looking down at her phone and typing away.
She shivered, her gaze lifting to me, lips parting. “What are you doing back here?”
I stopped a few feet in front of her. “Are you saying I can’t be back here?”
Her gaze flitted around, trying not to look at me as she squeezed her phone. “No, but you should leave.”
The nervousness radiating from her only fueled the energy moving in waves between us.
“I was walking to my car, but I felt you calling to me.” I step forward and caged her with my arms. The vibration, the desire-filled excitement, skyrocketed.
So close.
Inches apart.
All sense was gone, replaced by a greedy hunger to touch her.
“You need to get away from me.”
“Why? Because you can’t control yourself?”
She reached out and pressed against my chest. A shudder rocked us both at the contact. Tiny, dick-twitching whimpers and a hitched breath had me moaning. The skin beneath her hand burned.
“Fuck you.”
I smirked and leaned in closer to whisper in her ear. “I plan to.”
“Oh, God.” She tilted her head, exposing her neck, fingers clenching against my chest as she fisted my shirt and pulled me closer. The heat from her body was hotter than the fires of hell where I was sure to end up.
“He’s obviously not here. I’m Jared.” I couldn’t get her to look at my face, but her breath had become labored. “You look fucking tasty in these little scraps of cloth. Tempting me. Are you trying to get a cock shoved up your tight little cunt?”
“It’s my uniform.”
I removed one hand from the wall and set it on her waist, groaning at the electric shock that burst through my body, firing off every cell in me. My fingers caressed her exposed flesh as I moved down to her hip.
“It’s a tiny uniform. Does it get you a lot of offers?”
She nodded, and my hand flexed on her hip, all soft women curves, succulent beneath my touch.
Her other hand fisted into the fabric of my shirt at my waist. “I like to feel their eyes on me.”
A small step forward, aided by her tugging grip, and the gap between us disappeared. My mouth dropped open, hips rocking my painfully hard cock into her stomach. “That’s a dangerous game, little girl.”
Her breath was hot against my neck. “I get so wet thinking about some guy hard for me. Fantasize about being taken against a wall, hard and fast.”
The skin on her neck pinked—I loved to see the flush of her skin. I leaned in closer, my lips ghosting against hers. "Is that what you want me to do?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck,” I growled out. My hand slipped around to the front of her shorts and cupped her pussy. “You’re not a good girl, are you? Underneath your innocent façade, you’re fucking naughty, is that it?”
She whimpered and pushed against my hand.
“How do you like to be punished? By my hand as it strikes against your plump backside? Or maybe by my cock slamming into you so hard you see stars? How about keeping you on edge, unable to come, until I let you?”