“But do the men…you know.” Shut up! Their sex life is soooo none of my business!
“No! No, nothing like that,” Clay said as he burst into laughter. “I’m going to tell Jack you said that. He’ll laugh his ass off!”
“You better not, Clay Cook.”
“The men are all cousins, I think. They’re distantly related and have grandparents in common way, way back. When you meet Grace, you can ask her how she handles having three husbands. I think the answer might surprise you.”
Lily shrugged. “If you say so. I’d go nuts.”
“Oh, I am so going to enjoy watching you eat those words, Lil,” Clay said and then laughed again. She shoved his shoulder, turned the music up, and sang with the radio.
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If she does that again, I’m not going to be responsible for my actions.
Lily moaned again in enjoyment. “Mmmm! Clay this is so good. I haven’t had an ice cream cone from Dairy Queen since I was little.”
Clay cleared his throat in agony when her pink tongue flicked out and she closed her eyes in enjoyment as she slowly licked at the soft-serve ice cream cone, twirling it around and moaning softly again. He shifted in the booth as his cock hardened painfully. He tried to think of baseball statistics, but all that came to mind was how beautiful she’d look licking his cock like that ice cream cone.
“Do you remember how much I enjoyed these when I was a kid?” she asked as she took another swirling swipe at it with her tongue. His cock throbbed in envy.
Clay could only manage a smiling nod. Yeah, but I don’t remember enjoying watching you enjoy them this much. His cock twitched in agreement. Down, boy!
“You’re not drinking your shake. Is it too stiff to suck through the straw?” Clay rolled his eyes and moaned as her amber eyes bulged, and she burst into giggles. “Oh, my gosh. That came out so dirty!” He felt warmth flood his cheeks, wondering how much longer this torture would go on.
“This wasn’t what I would call a healthy lunch but it sure has been fun, Clay. Thank you so much.” She lapped at the cone as she gazed at him, and he wondered if her thoughts ever took a lascivious bent like his had when she’d placed her order for lunch.
It had all started with the innocent corndog she ordered, and then the ice cream cone, and here he was ready to lay her out on the table and give her a treat that would make her moan rather than giggle.
The last few days, it was all he could do to not follow her with his eyes whenever he was around her. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable around him. Judging by the occasional glances she cast his way, and the blush in her cheeks when he caught her at it, he didn’t think she did.
“So, we’re on for tomorrow?” she asked with a twinkle of excitement in her eyes. He chuckled because he knew that she was going a little stir crazy staying at home. She was anxious to go to work in the shop with him.
“Yes.”
“I’m so excited!” She bit into her cone and then grinned at him when he took a sip from his very thick chocolate shake. “And you’re going to teach me everything I need to know to keep my boss happy, right?”
Clay bit down on his lip. She’s killin’ me here!
Chapter Eight
Lily woke the next morning filled with excitement. She grabbed the clothing she’d laid out the night before, the only decent attire she had that was appropriate for the shop, and headed down the hall to the bathroom.
The Kelly Clarkson song was still playing in her head, and she hummed to herself as she looked forward to her first workday and the small shopping trip she had planned afterward. Clay was letting her go a couple of hours early so she could walk down to Stigall’s, located in the same shopping center, and do some much-needed clothes shopping while he finished and closed up the store.
Lily wiggled her tush as she sang, “You don’t know a thing about me,” and pushed open the bathroom door with her shoulder. “You don’t know a thing—Aaahhh!” she screamed loudly.
Clay stood naked in the open shower, steam clouding around him as he toweled off his head. He jumped when she screamed, his feet slid out from under him in the slick bathtub, and he went down like a ton of bricks, the towel still draped on his head.
Lily slapped her hands over her eyes, dropping her clothing on the floor. “Oh, my gosh, Clay. I’m so, so sorry! I was singing and I didn’t realize you were in here. Oh, I’m an idiot!”
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Clay’s ass throbbed like a son of a bitch, but he couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped as he watched Lily fumble around. She’d dropped her clothes, which were now probably wet from the steam-dampened floor. Her hands were clamped over her eyes, and she stepped on the clothes as she bumped into the bathroom wall, then the doorframe, feeling around for the exit with her elbows.