“Noah, there’s someone here to see you,” Sara hollers.
I slide out from under a car and look over. Nine-months-pregnant Sara is sitting in her roller chair in the doorway looking absolutely miserable.
“What are you still doing here? I told you to quit coming in. You need to rest, and if that baby decides to come into this world while you’re at work, I will not be happy.”
Sara rolls her eyes. She brings a hand to her swollen belly and rubs lightly. “My doctor says I’m fine to keep working, and I really don’t want to stop yet.”
“I know you don’t.”
Sara and her husband, Danny, are old friends of mine. We grew up together, and they mean a lot to me. A couple of months ago, they ran into some financial problems when Danny got laid off from his job.
“But I told you, I’m paying you twelve weeks of maternity leave, so don’t worry about that. You won’t lose any money, I promise.”
Sara’s eyes well up with tears, and I push up from the creeper, wiping my hands off on a shop rag.
“Stop worrying so much,” I say as I approach her.
“Thank you, Noah.” She grabs my hand, gives it a squeeze, and then pulls me down close. “Lennon’s a keeper,” she whispers. “Don’t screw it up.” She flashes me a sweet smile before rolling back into the office.
Where the hell did that come from, and how does she know Lennon?
I follow her into the office to find Nova and Lennon standing by the front desk.
“What are you guys doing here?” Bending down, I give Nova a kiss, and because I’m so damn happy to see the two of them together, I throw all my worries and anxieties out the window. Leaning forward, I plant a soft kiss on Lennon’s lips.
She blushes.
My cock twitches.
And Tommy lets out a whistle from the other room.
“We brought you lunch.” Nova seems completely unfazed by my show of affection toward Lennon as she roots through the bags on the counter. She pulls out sandwich after sandwich until she finds the one she’s looking for, which she hands to me. “Your favorite.”
I take it from her, amazed at how much food they brought. Lennon must be able to read my mind because she says, “We brought enough for the whole shop.”
“And chips too,” Nova adds.
Sara pushes up from her chair, and I move to help her, but she holds a hand out. “I’m fine,” she says. “Stop treating me like I’m going to break.”
“I’m not treating you like you’re going to break. I’m treating you like you’re going to pop.”
“Your dad’s a little protective, you know that?” Sara says, looking at Nova, who nods her head. “What do you say you and I take these sandwiches out back for the boys?”
Nova drapes a bag over her arm and Sara grabs the chips. When they’re out of the office, I turn to Lennon. “You didn’t have to do this. But thank you.”
She takes a step toward me, her soft vanilla scent permeating the air. “I wanted to, and you’re welcome. In fact,” she says, dropping her voice seductively low, “if you’re really grateful, I can think of a few different ways you can repay me tonight.”
Ah, fuck. Now I’ve got a hard on. “Oh yeah?”
Lennon nods, running her hand down my chest. She peeks over my shoulder, most likely to make sure no one is watching, and then she palms my dick.
“Babe.” I grab her wrist. “I have to go back out into that shop and spend another four hours with several fucking dudes. I’m gonna need you to either stop, or slip into my office over there.” I nod to the door in the corner.
Lennon wags her eyebrows. “Oooooh… I’ve never had office sex before. You know, it’s always been a fantasy of mine to go down on a guy as he sits on the phone behind a desk—”
I moan, dropping my head back. “You’re killing me.”
Laughing, Lennon removes her hand and kisses me on the cheek. “Sorry. No more workplace groping—”