I throw up my hands in defeat, I don’t want to play games. I want him to do whatever he likes.
“I was just giving you a hard time. Trying to get a rise out of you. Did it work?”
He looks over at me shaking his head so slowly that my pussy begins to tighten.
I bite my bottom lip, and he adjusts himself with absolutely no sign of embarrassment. It’s like he wants my eyes to travel to his groin. And they do.
I suck in a sharp breath, my heart racing.
“It worked all right. But I don’t like girls who play games.”
“Oh? What do you like?”
“I like a woman who knows how to hold a wrench.”
Chapter 3
Moxon
I watch her saunter into the FedEx office, her round ass doing all kinds of things to my cock. Namely, getting me nice and hard which is problematic when I don’t have her panties off yet.
I turn my phone on silent because of all the damn texts I’m getting. I guess it is Friday night and women are wondering if I’m interested in being their man-candy tonight. Usually, I’m game but I already have plans.
When she returns fifteen minutes later I ask if she’s hungry and wants to go get dinner before I drop her off at home.
“Really?”
“What do you mean, really? It’s six o’clock at night and I’m starved.”
“And you want to have dinner with me?”
I raise my eyebrows. “You’re making me crazy, you know that, right?”
She laughs, buckling back up. She had grabbed her winter coat from her car before we left it, and I hate the fact she is under an extra layer. “I’m not trying to. But I have cell reception now, I can call an Uber. You were getting lots of... invitations on the drive here so I figured...”
I shake my head. This pretty thing is a piece of work. “You wanna get a cab, you can. Sugar pie, I’m not holding you against your will here. But I have nowhere else I wanna be.”
She pushes her lips forward, forehead creased. “I know. I didn’t mean. I just.” She exhales, pasting a smile on her face, turning to me. “I didn’t want you to feel obligated.”
At that, I snort. “Obligated? Sweetpea, you are walking sex on a stick. I want you, you gotta know that. I’ll take you home now, but what I’d really like is to make you purr like the engine of my ‘67 Chevy.”
Her face flares red, her eyes wide and wild. She did not expect that. But I can tell by the way she’s back to licking those lips of hers, that she likes me talking dirty.
“That sound good to you?” I lean in, my hand on her knee, my eyes locked on hers.
“Sounds nice,” she manages to murmur before leaning in for the kiss.
Her mouth tastes like cherry pie and I’d like more than one slice. Her lips part and my tongue finds hers. Her gentle moan tells me it’s been far too long since she’s been taken care of.
I’ll fix that.
My cock is screaming in my jeans, and her head falls back as I kiss her long neck, trailing kisses from her earlobes to the top of her full breasts. I could kiss every inch of this woman, right here, right now and then some.
But a car honks, opposite of me in the parking lot. Millie and I pull apart.
An older woman in a sedan waving at us, shouting that this is lewd conduct. Considering my hands are groping Millie’s perfect tits, I’d agree.
“Dinner?” I ask adjusting my hard-on and then turning on the truck.
Millie doesn’t answer. She’s still catching her breath. I look at her from the corner of my eye. She presses her swollen lips together; smoothes down her hair.
“You kiss a lot of strangers in parking lots?” I ask, putting the truck in reverse and pulling out of the parking lot.
She laughs, pushing my shoulder softly. “Maybe not often enough. I think I’ve been missing out.”
I give her a once over, shaking my head. “Not every stranger has lips like these,” I tease, kissing the air and making her laugh again. The sound is fucking beautiful, soft, yet generous like she appreciates a good sense of humor.
“So, this isn’t an everyday thing? Finding a damsel in distress on the way home and whisking them off to the local office supply center?”
“It’s the way into my pants. Postage stamps work every time.”
She smiles, scrunching up her nose in a way that is so unassumingly delightful I have to check myself.
Who is this woman that is causing me to think words like delightful?
It’s freaking me the fuck out, to be honest.
But there’s something about Millie.
Something that makes me pause and consider her. She isn’t some woman I’d pick up at a bar. She’s different in ways I don’t really understand. Both feisty and innocent. Smart and sincere.