Opening my eyes, I find him staring down at me with a wicked grin, the dimple on his right cheek winking at me. His ice blue eyes caress my face as his finger pushes back inside my heated core. “I love you, Bri.” His face lowers until his lips touch mine, his short stubble rough against my cheek. I touch the side of his face, stroking down his chiseled jawline, a vibratory moan rumbling through his mouth into mine. He pulls his finger out of my wetness, quickly finding my little nub, and once perfectly placed, he runs slow circles around my clit, causing me to thrust my hips. I want more. So much more.
As my head begins to dizzy, I groan into his mouth, needing so badly to scream out my arousal, but he halts me with his lips. His kiss hardens, and his finger starts to move quicker. His rough actions cause my body to quiver. He recognises that I’m close to orgasm. He knows exactly the right time I’m about to detonate.
When I’m almost there, he pulls his finger away, but only wasting enough time to thrust his big, hard cock inside of me. I scream out his name, and he groans out his pleasure. Every time, he can’t help himself.
He’s as obsessed as I am.
“You make me lose my mind, Bri. Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”
He leans down, kissing my mouth again then begins his beautiful torture with his hips. The feel of his cock inside of me waves hello again to the orgasm I’d lost. It’s back in full force, rearing its little head to the surface, taunting me—teasing me.
Chris flexes his hips, thrusting hard before both of us are moaning, clutching at each other as if one of us will be pulled away. With a free hand, Chris finds my hip and squeezes as he thrusts his cock again, our sweat meeting as our bodies unite.
He lifts his body slightly, but only so he can suck on my nipple as he thrusts harder and harder with each flex of his hips. Needing to touch him, I place one hand on his arse, and with every clench of his cheek as he thrusts his way inside of me, I feel my climax rising.
With my other hand, I thread my fingers through his hair as he carries on sucking my nipple. Everything… it’s all… too much.
“Chris!” I scream again as my body starts to clench. He senses when I’m about to come because his own movements grow more rigorous. Skin slaps against skin as he grunts, his feral growl making my body heat and prickle with euphoria. Knowing we’re both losing control, he pulls away from my nipple and solely concentrates on giving me his all. His cock slams into me, time and time again, and with each moan from his lips, my orgasm climbs, faster, harder.
“I’m going to make you come so hard, baby. So. Fucking. Hard,” he pants between each thrust.
The familiar wave starts to ride my body, and just as it’s at the precipice, I grip his arse with both hands and push him inside me. I come apart, screaming his name as an orgasm like no other rips me apart.
“Baby, you’re going to be the death of me,” he groans as his movements grow even faster. My orgasm rides on as he continues his onslaught, and right at the point when it’s about to become too much, he flexes his hips one last time, releasing his climax inside of me.
With my eyes closed, all I feel is the giddy, calm sensation riding through me. That very same sensation that I try and hold on to as long as I possibly can before reality strikes.
“God, I fucking love you,” he says again, kissing me on the cheek before rolling off me. For a while, we lie on the bed catching our breaths as we come down from our orgasms, the only sound is our steady exhales. I close my eyes, relishing the moment. Every single time, I let it come over me. I let the euphoria wash over me like a tidal wave. Because in a few minutes, I’ll calm. In a few minutes, that reality will set in.
And then all I will feel is nothing but disgust.
“How long are you going to stare at my bacon sandwich?”
I snap my head up from my fixed position at said sandwich and, instead, flick my eyes to my boss, Charlie. I’ve been rumbled, and he knows it.
With my head held high, and I literally mean held high, I have to crane my neck just to look at him. He’s at least six and a half feet tall, muscular build, his skin a smooth, milk chocolate brown, and the most light caramel eyes I often get lost in. He looks a cross between Idris Elba and the guy from Bird Box who wins Sandra Bullock’s character’s cold heart… what’s his name?
Anyway, what I’m trying to say is his presence isn’t exactly unnoticeable. To men, he’s a threat, but to women, he’s like a bottle of Prosecco and a box of chocolates all rolled into one.
To put it mildly, he commands a room.
Always dressed impeccably in a suit, Charlie Cox is the mysterious, dark presence and owner of the second-hand furniture/antique store called Tickety-Boo in Waltham Forest, East London. I’ve had several jobs over the years—ones that lasted no longer than two months. This one, however, has gone the distance. Just last Wednesday was my six-month anniversary as manager and all-round bookkeeper of the shop. I love it here, as not only is it a ten-minute commute by car, it also holds some of the most interesting regular customers I have ever come across. So much so, each and every one of them has their own unique name.
Freddy the Flirt.
Matthew the Moaner.
Lottie the Lover.
I think you get my drift.
“I’m not staring at your bacon sandwich.”
With one big hand resting on the counter I’m sitting at, he lets out an exasperated breath. “Did you eat this morning?”
I turn my head, immediately giving away my answer. Before he has a chance to say something, the bell for the door rings, announcing a customer.
“Freddy,” I chime, a bright smile tilting my lips at the sight of him.
Freddy, a big man in his seventies with lots of silver hair, glasses, and a black moustache walks in looking as refined as always in his three piece, dark grey suit. Even though he’s retired now, he still travels around London like he’s got a high-class job. He had once been in banking, and had told me that he couldn’t wait to retire as they were all a bunch of tossers.
On my greeting, Freddy turns his head to me and raises that bright smile of his. “Bri, what a sight for sore eyes.”
I can practically hear the silent groan coming from the big man behind me. “Freddy, are you here for something to buy, or have you come to chat up my staff again?” Freddy glances over my shoulder at Charlie, giving him a knowing wink. I hear movement behind me, and when I turn, Charlie says, “I’m going out for five minutes.” I nod my head and salivate as he bites into his bacon sandwich and opens the shop’s front door. I knew I should have eaten this morning.
I watch as Charlie disappears before turning to face Freddy. “What can I do you for, Freddy?”
He approaches the counter, facing me before setting his hand on top. He looks chirpy but tired. “Why don’t you like people calling you Brianna?”
A full belly laugh escapes me. “Did you come in here just to ask me that?”
The corner of his lips curve into a cheeky grin. “No, I came in here because I’ve had an eye on that thingy-majig over there,” he states, waving his finger behind him.
I crane my neck to where he’s pointing. “You mean the crystal naked lady?”
“Yeah, that.”
I chuckle. “You could have just said the naked lady, and I would have known.”