“She won’t want you to be in the back,” Molly said, trying to take an order and deal with him.
“I don’t care what you think. She’s in the back?” he asked, ducking under the counter.
“Trey, stop it. You’ll get me fired.”
“No, I won’t. We both know June adores you. I just need to talk to her about something.”
He walked around the counter and found June pouring flour into a bowl. For several seconds, he stood away, watching her as she worked. Her glorious hair was pinned up under a hairnet.
Knowing what those strands felt like, Trey felt himself getting hard. Stepping behind her, he wrapped his arms around her middle.
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June knew she should be angry. She should curse, rant, and rave at him. There was no way she should let him get away with bending their rules. Even as all those thoughts went through her head, she couldn’t help but be happy with his arms wrapped around her. Closing her eyes for a few seconds she let herself feel the pleasure of his arms wrapped around her. His masculine scent invaded her senses taking over the cinnamon smell in the air.
“You’re breaking the rules,” she said, wishing he’d break more.
Her pussy was on fire, creaming with every passing second he was holding her. Her nipples were rock hard, pressing against the shirt she wore. The bra felt nonexistent as her nipples rubbed the fabric.
“I’m not breaking the rules. No one can see us. All Molly knows is I need to talk to you.”
“What would you be talking to me about?” she asked, gasping as his teeth nibbled on her neck. His touch made it hard for her to think.
“Well we could tell her the truth and that we’re fucking like rabbits every chance we get.” His hand reached up, cupping her breast.
“No, we’re not saying that.”
“Then how about we say that you’re in love with me and I’m just giving you a shot at me.”
Rolling her eyes, June shook her head.
“Nah, not a good one either. Then how about this, you’re seeing me so I can ink your body. You’re wanting me to give you the right ink to add to your other one.”
“You just want to touch me,” she said. She’d not been thinking about her ink, but she liked the fact he’d been thinking about it.
“It’s sexy as hell. I can make it even more, and I just want to touch your skin. I want to put my mark on you.”
“I’m not yours to be possessive over.” His palm went around her neck, holding her close. At the same time, his hand cupped her between the thighs underneath the apron she wore.
“You’re mine to get anyway I want. Remember your bargain, baby.”
He bit down on the back of her neck, and June couldn’t take it anymore. Spinning in his arms, she slammed him against the wall, smashing her lips against his. She was begging for him.
Tugging on his hand, she moved him back to the office.
Closing the door, she heard the lock flick into place.
Removing the apron, she turned back to him. Trey already had his jeans around his knees and his cock covered in a layer of latex.
She tore at her trousers and stepped out of them. He tugged the hairnet from her hair, lifted her on the desk and spread her wide.
“This is not going to last,” he said.
“Then make it count.”
He slammed inside, going to the hilt.
Crying out, June held onto the edge of the desk.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good. I want you so much. I can’t do my fucking job because of you.” He pulled out only to slam back in. Trey was thick, hard, and a solid wall of muscle.
She tightened her walls, feeling him pulse.
“Harder, Trey. I need you so much.”
He pushed inside her. His hard thrusts were relentless and sent her over the edge of passion and sensation.
His cock was a thick brand inside her, begging for her to come.
She gazed up at him, watching as the pleasure crossed his face. He looked totally lost to the pleasure. June moaned as his lips were on hers once again, drinking down her moans and cries.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.”
In three hard thrusts he climaxed, leaving her at the point with no hope to get over the edge.
Before she could complain, he pulled out of her body, knelt down and started to suck and lick her clit.
It was too much and not enough. His tongue flicked her clit, going from side to side, up and down. Fingers found her entrance and circled it but didn’t penetrate.
“June, are you okay?” Molly asked. Her voice penetrated through the door.
Trey plunged two fingers into her pussy. Biting down on her lip, June did everything she could to contain her screams.
His tongue punished her clit, hard and soft strokes, combining together, and her mind was going down the drain.