Wanting More(55)

I was shocked when Conner leaned over and kissed me on the lips. He went even further by slipping his tongue into my mouth. I'd never had a man do that. When I pulled away he started laughing. "I love tasting myself on your tongue."

"You don't think it's gross?"

He chuckled. "I only do that with someone I love."

"But you said you never loved anyone before."

"I think you can figure out what I was implyin' darlin'. I've experienced a lot of things, but none of them compare to every time I get to be with you. I dream about bein' inside of you."

A knock at the front door, halted our conversation. One of my employees was trying to get in and if I didn't answer the door fast, she was going to use her key. "You have to go."

Conner buttoned up his jeans and kissed me again. As he was walking out the back door, he stopped and reached into his pocket. "I bought you a present. Don't get caught with this one. Keep it on silent and check it when you can." The front door chimed and I had just seconds left.

"Thank you."

"Anything for you."

The back door closed and I grabbed some supplies and walked to the front of the salon like I'd been doing inventory, instead of giving my secret lover head in the back room.

I kept my new phone in my pocket while I worked. By the time we closed for lunch, I had three messages.



Love you -C

I keep picturing your lips around my dick. -C

When's your last appointment? -C



I smiled reading them and continued to do so as I wrote my replies.



I feel like I can still taste you. Three. Love you. -A



I went back and reread his messages. A new message popped up.



Can you wait until three thirty? -C



I don't want to push our luck. -A



I sat down in my chair regretting what I wrote. Just when I started to write him again, I got another message.



Do I need to beg? -C



Do you know how? -A



You taught me. -C



You can stop by for ten minutes. That's all! -A



You know I'll need at least twenty. See you then, sexy. -C



I felt my face flush when I read his reply. This was the complete opposite of what we needed to be doing. If Conner wasn't going to be serious about our situation then I need to be.



For the next couple hours I cut several heads of hair and got filled in on all the latest gossip. A pastor's teenage daughter was pregnant by an older man. Someone tried to steal the ATM machine from the bank and one of my customer's mothers had to be put in a nursing home. This was my day to day life. Sometimes I felt like a therapist, having to listen to everyone else's drama. I wished that I could tell people my own problems instead of hearing all of theirs. God knows, my drama trumped all of theirs.



If half of these ladies knew what happened in my life, they would never come back into my salon again. The way they talked about women that committed adultery made it seem like Hell was just going to open up and suck me into the ground. When I married Rick, I felt like it would be forever. I would have loved him and continued to be good to him, had he not changed into a monster. My marriage used to be important to me. I used to attend church and do more in the community.



People saw what they wanted. They thought I was a happily married woman, who enjoyed helping to raise a teenager that wasn't mine and who appreciated everything her husband did. That was the facade.

My reality was an evil cesspool of lies and deception. The thing was, I'd rather live with the lies, than to be a prisoner for another second. I needed a real plan. A plan to keep Conner safe and give us the future we both wanted. If he knew I was planning something he would want to be involved and I couldn't let that happen. I had to do this in secret.



The phone that Conner had got me had all the bells and whistles. While waiting for him to show up, I found an app that cloned someone else's phone.



He knocked on the back door and had me in his arms before I could say hello. "How was your day?"

I kissed his nose and turned his hat around. "It's better now."



Conner had a way of kissing me so passionately that awakened every sensory organ in my body. "Come to dinner with me?"

I shook my head. "We can't be seen together."

There's a place about an hour from here. "You can wear a hat and sunglasses if it makes you feel better, just come with me."

It wasn't that I didn't want to spend time with him. I loved talking to him and since we'd become friends, I learned about so many things that we had in common. Besides, the idea of being out in public with someone as hot as Conner made me giddy.

His phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket. With what he did for a living there was always a chance he would have to head back to the farm. Luckily, there were other people that lived there too who would usually just take care of it.