“I love feeling you come,” he said, slamming all the way within her.
He started to fuck her so that the desk began to move, which only stopped when he hit the wall.
“I love fucking you,” he said.
She loved it when he did. There hadn’t been anyone else, and she wasn’t interested in finding anyone else either. The only person she craved was standing between her thighs, fucking her.
Pixie cupped her waist, his fingers digging into her hips as he spilled his arousal in the condom. She wouldn’t allow him to go bareback as she didn’t want to get on the pil
l. None of her friends knew she was having sex with Pixie, and so far she’d been able to keep it silent.
They didn’t go on dates. He came by the apartment when Chloe was out. Seeing as Grace had moved in with Drake, it was only the two of them now.
She was panting along with him as reality set in.
Closing the shop was not good, and with their secret relationship it was starting to become a regular occurrence.
“You need to go,” she said, still holding onto the desk as he rested between her thighs.
“Ah, so you’ve had your fun, and now it’s time to kick the boyfriend out.”
“You’re not a boyfriend, Pixie. Don’t worry, I’d never mistake you for something like that. I shouldn’t be closing the shop. We need all the sales we can get.” She had been told that the shop was currently under threat, and might in fact close. Competition in the mall was fierce, and they just couldn’t keep up.
Suzy didn’t do anything other than sell, and help customers when she could.
“Why? What’s going on?”
“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
She winced as he pulled out of her. Suzy didn’t want him remove the condom, or tie it up. “Is the shop in trouble?”
“I don’t know. We can’t keep having sex here.”
“We could just go back to your place.”
She shook her head.
Pixie sighed. “You do know our friends are going to know about us.”
Shoving her skirt back into place, she bent down to grab her panties, and found them torn. “Seriously, why can’t you wait for me to remove them?”
“I don’t like you wearing panties. They get in my way.”
“You’re costing me a fortune replacing them.”
“Don’t replace them. I’ll only keep tearing them off you.”
“Yeah, and when you move on I won’t have any panties left.”
There was a pause.
“What makes you think I’m going to move on?”
“Isn’t that what you do? Get bored, and move on to the next woman that you want.”
“I’m not that cold-hearted. Besides, I’ve never cheated on a woman. I’ve never screwed a woman over.”
Tucking her hair back into a ponytail, she was together enough to deal with him. Pixie was a strange man, one she’d truly thought she’d known. The more time she spent with him, the harder it was to put him into a category.