The Pact(69)

Of course, I’ve always loved Linden, just like I love many of my friends. But that love with him is turning into something else, something deeper, better, brighter. There’s another layer to my love for him and it gets uncovered more and more every single day. It’s like opening a Christmas present you’ve always wanted and finding out there’s something better underneath.

And it stems from the heart, not just the loins. My heart these days feels like a sponge that’s just absorbing and absorbing and absorbing until it’s leaking into me and tainting my blood with a sticky kind of joy.

Linden is my thoughts, my air, my earth. Linden is starting to become more than everything to me.

I might be going a little bit crazy but I’m pretty sure that’s what someone might call falling in love.

A fall into madness.

Splat.

That’s going to be me.

It’s Thursday afternoon and I’ve just finished an interview with a girl who seems a little customer shy, but might end up being my only option, when there is a knock at the door. I had locked it and put on the CLOSED sign during the interview so that I could conduct it in peace.

It’s Linden, which is a complete surprise. He’d been flying transport for this mega ranch down south all day, taking advantage of the short daylight hours as much as he could. I didn’t expect to see him until tonight. He had mentioned taking me to an expensive, trendy restaurant somewhere in my neighborhood that had classic films playing in it.

I give him a quick wave and I can’t help the cheek-splitting smile on my face. I hope I look and smell okay but it’s too late to do a sniff test.

The girl I interviewed is looking at him with big, flirtatious eyes. Back off honey, I feel like telling her. You don’t have the job yet.

We walk over to the door and I tell her I’ll give her a call soon. I know she wants to hear more than that but all I can concentrate on is the man on the other side.

My lord, is he ever handsome.

I open the door and welcome him in. “Isn’t this a nice surprise,” I say to him as the girl brushes past us. He doesn’t even look in her direction, which I appreciate considering his reputation. His eyes are just for me.

“Hey baby,” he croons as he steps inside and he puts his hands on either side of my face. They are cold to my warm cheeks and it braces me. I’m also trying to adjust to the fact that lately he’s been calling me baby more than he’s been calling me baby blue.

He leans in and kisses me hard, his mouth opening to mine, his tongue sinking in deep and slow, stirring up heat in my chest, my gut, my core.

My knees feel a little weak and I’m grateful he’s holding me. The man can sure kiss your breath away.

“What are you doing here,” I manage to say when we break apart. He brings his arm around the small of my back and presses me against him.

“I managed to get off early,” he says with a wicked gleam in his eye. “So I came over here to get off again.”

I raise a brow at his bad pun but he bites along my neck, ending at that sweet spot just below the ear, the place that always turns me into putty in his hands.

“Did I ever tell you about all my fantasies about fucking you in this store?”

“No, you did not,” I tell him, surprised to hear this. Surprised but definitely intrigued.

He merely growls into my skin, one hand reaching down to lift up my skirt and cup and squeeze my ass. “Wearing bad girl panties today are we?” he asks, his palm skimming the surface of my ass that’s bare from my thong.

Then he slaps it. Hard.

I jump from the sharp hit but he’s holding me in place and grinning. My ass cheek stings from his handprint.

“Ouch,” I cry out, trying not to be a baby about it.

“I’ll kiss it better,” he says and I know now he’s not going anywhere.

“Hold on,” I warn him before he gets me even more indecent in public. I pull my skirt down and run over to the door, locking it behind me. Then I turn off the lights so it’s not so easy to see in.

When I turn around, he’s already unzipped his jeans and has his dick is in his hands. He’s smiling dangerously and stroking the hard, stiff length of it.

“So where did you plan to fuck me?” I look behind me at the counter. “There?” I slowly walk toward him and, knowing a rack of clothing is extra protection from wandering eyes from the street, I drop to my knees in front of him. “Here?”

I grab hold of his beautiful dick and put him in my mouth.

“Bloody hell, baby,” he says with a groan, thrusting a bit forward. “Don’t ever stop being so perfect.”

I won’t stop if you won’t stop, I think and swirl my tongue around his base.