Love Like This(10)

She gasped as he filled her mouth, giving her no choice but to swallow as his large shaft pulsed between her fingers and lips. A film of sweat covered his entire body and intimately enjoying the scent of him, she buried her nose into his blonde hair, loving the soft feel of the follicles on her face. His member was still hard, but somewhat drained, yet she had a feeling if there was more she had promised him, nothing would stop him from laying her on this floor and taking her until the morning dawn. Reluctantly, she took a deep breath, testing the rawness of her lip and the soreness of her jaw. He was backed in the corner of the door.

Nicole went so far as to carefully adjust him and fix his pants, then she gave him a simple kiss on his chin. Soon as she drew away, those intense greens opened and held her gaze. She felt her breath catch in her throat. It wasn't fear she felt.

His arm drew her into him, molding her body against his. Then he kissed her forehead, her eyes, then trailed his wet tongue down until he entwined the tip with hers. She moaned softly, loving his kisses very much. He was older and knowledgeable, and she was positive he would be able to please her very much if given the chance.

“What the hell are you thinking? What the hell are you doing?” she thought.

Pushing away, she wiggled desperately out of his arms. She could tell he wanted her back, but when he stepped toward her, she stepped back two paces and held up her arms as if that could stop him.

"I have to get back to work and giving you anything more is not in the deal," she said, patting her pocket where the bulge of money rested.

He conceded and allowed her to leave, which she did quickly. Getting back behind the booth, she shrieked as she saw Cleo standing by the bin of clothes. "What the hell are you doing here?" she exclaimed.

"Working. The front door was locked so I used my key. Are you okay?"

Nervously she looked at the female bathroom door and pulled Cleo deeper into the back. "I'm okay. I was just a little queasy. Is everything okay at home? I had you covered."

"Well, he's fine and his daddy miraculously came down to the hospital and said he would let me go while he watched the boy. He's got a temperature, but his daddy said he'd stay with him." She looked very grateful. "Thanks for saving my ass with Marv."

"How'd you know I didn't tell?"

"Cause you are here and not him. He'd gladly tell me to get the fuck out."

They walked back up to the front by the glass and both gasped at the figure.

"I must have left the door unlock," Cleo surmised. "Isn't that the guy who gave you trouble last time? Want me to handle him?"

His back was to them, and he was puffing on another cigarette slowly this time. Nicole knew why.

He’s such a smug bastard, she sneered to herself, but she couldn’t help smiling, knowing she’d done a good job pleasing him. "No, I can handle him." Going to the glass, she slid back in the seat, adjusting the wad in her pocket.

He turned, his smoky green eyes assessing her generously. His voice was strangely low, but wasn't a whisper. "When do you get off?" His hat was back on his head, but turned the opposite way, giving him a boyish look.

"That doesn't concern you."

"It does with my money in your pocket."

"Thirty minutes," she mumbled, not at all liking the cool exterior he now exhibited.

He walked out without another word.

Cleo hadn't heard any of the conversation, but she still said, "He wasn't that hard to please."

"If you only knew," Nicole mumbled under her breath, still feeling the strange soreness in her jaw and the tiredness in her lips. They had definitely been through a workout.

Nicole had too much on her mind about this time to even comment on Cleo or feel any pity for Cleo's son. "I got some food in the back. I'm going to go. I hope your son feels better."

"Me too and thanks kid."

They hugged, Nicole went to the back and rinsed out her mouth in the sink, and she left out. The green-eyed smug bastard pulled up on the side of her in a company white Ranger 4x4 with BLACK'S CEMENT on the passenger door. He opened the door for her. Without a word, she got in, figuring he must be pretty high up in the company to get a company car; probably a supervisor or something judging by the way his hands weren’t that rough and by the managerial nature he carried.

"Don't you think we need to know each other's names before we go any further?" she asked as he got back in the driver’s seat and took off in the direction of where he had met her. "I'm Nicole."

"That's it? Just Nicole?"

"I think some anonymity is good between us. That means once this is over with, we won't have any ties to each other."