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  I’m sitting in my office chair when she walks in.

  Delaney’s long lashes brush her cheeks before her eyes meet my gaze. Her hair is down, in large curls that she brushes off her shoulders. A small, teasing smile pulls at her glossed-up lips, but she looks tired. I smile to myself, knowing I wore her out. Not to sound smug, but it’s true. I know for a fact that she made it hard for me to sleep last night. I couldn’t shake the thoughts of her, the feel of her, or even the taste of her. I tossed and turned all night. I’m on my fifth cup of coffee.

  Each second that passes is heavy and breathtaking. All I can do is look into her sweet brown eyes as she looks into mine. It’s almost like I’m seeing her in a new light. I saw her naked. I felt her bare body against mine and kissed her in her most precious spot. We aren’t kids anymore; we’re adults, and we like sex together.

  Her lips curve a bit as she leans into the doorway. My cock comes to life when her eyes move along my lips. “Hey.”

  “Hey.”

  It’s almost like we’re in slow motion. Her lashes kiss her cheeks before they flutter at me, taunting me. “Anyone else here?”

  I lick my lips, turning my seat so I’m facing her. “I don’t think so. I came in the back with my key. Haven’t seen anyone.”

  She drops her bag and then comes toward me. She rests her knee between my legs on the chair as she wraps her arms around my neck. The chair cries under the weight of us, but I can barely hear it. When her lips drop to mine, I bring my hands up, holding her perfect ass in my palms. Her lips are soft, needy, and within seconds I’m hot everywhere. As she straddles me, I hold her to me, drinking from her sweet mouth as her center lands right over my straining cock. She tears her mouth from mine, kissing along my jaw, licking my neck, and nibbling on my ear.

  “Shit,” I mutter roughly against her hair. I nuzzle my nose into her hair as she sucks on my earlobe. Man, she smells so damn good. Like roses with sweet morning dew clinging to them… Jesus, did I just think that? I gotta get my wits here. I grip her ass as she moves that warm center against my slacks. Of course, my cock is ready, but all I hear is my fucking mom in my head. “Del.”

  “Yeah?” she asks, but she isn’t stopping. She runs her tongue down my jaw and then kisses my bottom lip. Fuck, she’s so hot.

  “Um, I think we need to talk.” Actually, I don’t think that at all. I think talking is the last thing we should do since we probably have only ten minutes before someone gets here. As she bites into my bottom lip, tugging it as her eyes meet mine, I feel I may need a different coffee date.

  She runs her tongue along my bottom lip before letting it go, her eyes still locked with mine. “Talk?”

  “Yeah,” I choke out, and it sounds like I’ve never had a girl in my lap. I have. Just not recently. “My mom thinks—”

  She pulls back, her brows arching and causing a deep crease in her forehead. “Your mom? You told your mom about last night?”

  I move my hands along her ass, squeezing and molding it. “No. Mawmaw did.”

  She gives me a dark look. “She makes me want to throw her in a grave. I’m sorry. She has a mind of her own and—”

  “Don’t be sorry. I didn’t force you not to put those pants on.”

  Her lips curve up a bit. “You didn’t.”

  “Why would I, when without them, I was able to slide my hands up your sweet pussy?”

  “I mean, you had a solid plan.”

  “I did,” I say, nibbling at her jaw. “But Mom says we need to be honest with each other.”

  Her shoulders fall. “I’m pretty sure being honest will take time from me fucking you on this chair.”

  I swallow hard. “That’s a legit observation.”

  “And I think we have maybe twenty minutes before anyone gets here.” She drops her lips to mine, her eyes burning with lust. “I feel as if we could use those twenty minutes in a different way.”

  “I’m intrigued,” I tease, and her eyes brighten as she holds back her laughter. “And feel all that too.”

  “Well, I can suck your cock, ride you, or you can bend me over the desk. I mean, the world is your oyster.”

  “All in twenty minutes?”

  She winks. “Yup, but the choice is yours. Bang a lot. Or talk. I vote bang.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah, ’cause I did not get my fill last night.”

  I didn’t either. I search her gaze. Her big, beautiful brown eyes burn with such hot lust, they scorch me. She feels amazing on top of me, and I want her badly. There is no doubt about that. I hear my mom telling me over and over again to be honest and do right by this girl I’ve known my whole life. Delaney’s been hurt; I don’t want to add to that. She’s too good for that. But with what I’m feeling, what I’m sure she is feeling too, I think we’re good to talk later.

  So without giving her an answer, I take her by the back of her knees and lift her off my lap. I hold her to me and push my keyboard out of the way before sitting her ass on my desk. “I love the idea of banging,” I whisper against her mouth.

  “Well,” she says, moving the tips of her fingers along my jaw. “Two votes are all we needed.”

  “Exactly.” I capture her mouth with mine, and then we scramble to remove her pants and then mine.

  It’s easy to say what happened next. While it was great, wonderful, and totally hot, especially with the chance of someone catching us, I feel bad. I shouldn’t, though. I’m having a great time with one hot-ass girl. Yes, said hot-ass girl is someone I can remember running around in a diaper. While I don’t know who she is as an adult, I sure do love her body, and I want to know who she is now. I think I can like her a lot, which will only make the sex even better. Six weeks of great sex with this girl is something I’m fully committed to signing up for.

  Which only gives me more reason to find a new coffee date.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Delaney

  I move my lip-gloss wand along my lips as Gen leans into the sink, watching me. While I’m working the bar, she’s here with the guys for a night out. She looks adorable in a cute blue sundress and dark-brown cowboy boots. Her hair is up in a little braid bun, and of course, she looks beautiful. There is a furrow in her brow that I’ve brought on, and I’m pretty sure she has a lot to say about that. I wish I cared a bit more than I do, but my body is still tingling from Reed.

  He is just yumm-o.

  I’ve been fucked against a desk before—it was cool and good; I got off—but it was different with Reed. He held my legs back with pressure from his shoulders, and he fucked me hard. He wanted me so bad, and I wanted him just the same. His thrusts were strong, efficient, and I felt each and every one. When he kissed me, I felt like he was worshiping my lips. When I came, I felt it in my pinky toe. He is so delicious. He’s all washboard abs…and that cock. Mouth. Watering.

  But I have no clue what we’re doing, and because of that, my heart is being a brat. I’m falling for this brooding, dark-haired sex god. Hence why my best friend is looking at me like I’m dumb.

  Probably because I am.

  “Twice?”

  I shrug. “Maybe.”

  “Maybe?”

  “Yeah,” I say with a shrug. “Okay, yes.”

  She rolls her eyes. “So you two are banging, and you don’t know if it’s just a booty call or you two are dating?”

  I make a face. “Why can’t two people have sex and there be no reason for it?”

  She gives me dry look, narrowing her eyes. “Because one of the two people you speak of is you, Delaney Kate Abbot, who could fall in love with a rock if it was the nicest and prettiest rock in the rock garden.”

  I move my hair out of my face. I’m wearing shorts and a tank that reads, “I’m made of sugar, spice, and whiskey on ice.” My hair is in a high ponytail, and I just want to get back to work. But I can’t ignore what she is saying. “I mean, rocks need love too.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Delaney, it’s Reed. Someone you’ve—”