Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
She wiped her hands on a towel and gave me a long look when I tried promising her the best seat in the house. “I get off work a half hour before kickoff. You want me to sprint there? Even if I could tap into the powers of The Flash, I’d be a sweaty mess.”
“Could be hot,” I murmured, stepping close enough that her body heat sank into mine. “All those clothes molded to your sexy-as-fuck curves.”
She smirked and shook her head. “You’re relentless.”
“I’m persuasive,” I corrected, letting my fingers slide along her waist as I leaned in. “Come on, baby. First home game of the season. I want you there.” A lopsided smile formed on my lips, and I winked. “If I can’t convince you with words, maybe my cock could do the convincing.”
“You already promised me an orgasm so good I’d see stars if I agreed,” she pointed out. Her tone was flat, but her mouth twitched like she was fighting a smile.
“Still on the table.” I brushed my lips along her jaw. “In fact, let’s put it on the table now. Or the wall. Or the prep counter.”
That got a soft laugh, and her breath hitched when I skimmed my hand along her lower back. She pushed at my chest, grinning, and slipped away just before I could reel her in again.
“Nope,” she called over her shoulder, her voice breathless. “I’m going back to work. Stop threatening me with a good time!”
I smiled devilishly. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
She tossed me an admonishing glare, but I was unrepentant. My stare was sizzling with heat, making her shiver.
Then she squared her shoulders and sighed. “I can’t afford to take the day off, Micah.”
Well, shit. I frowned. I loved her independence, but her stubborn refusal to let me help her in any way was starting to wear on me. Why couldn’t she understand that taking care of her was something I craved, something that made me happy?
“If you’d just let me pay—”
The door to the kitchen swung open, and Derek strolled in, carrying a tray of empty glasses. We waited until he was out of earshot before I opened my mouth to try again.
“Don’t start,” she grumbled, setting the knife down with a little more force than was necessary.
I decided to try another angle.
“I can talk to Tammi about getting you scheduled for the next holiday shift,” I offered.
The employees who worked certain holidays got double pay, so Tammi and I had put together a rotation schedule so that no one person could sign up for all of them and leave others without an opportunity to work them. It would be easy enough to simply swap her shift with someone else’s.
We fell silent again when Derek, now carrying filled glasses and a sandwich, strolled by. He shot us an unreadable look before backing through the door to return to the front of the deli.
Rylin crossed her arms over her chest and frowned at me. “That wouldn’t be fair, and you know it.”
I sighed. “I didn’t mean taking away someone else’s shift, baby. Just pushing you up in the rotation.”
She shook her head adamantly. “No.”
“Fine, I’ll stick to my powers of persuasion,” I murmured as I moved closer and glided my lips along her jaw again.
“Um…” Her breath hitched when I took a little bite, then soothed the sting with my tongue. A second later, she was out of my reach and hightailed it from the kitchen with the pie, making me laugh heartily.
It wasn’t until later in the afternoon, close to when I had to head out to practice, that I cornered her again—literally—by the back hallway near the storage closet. The kitchen was busy, customers eating and laughing out front, but she had a few minutes for me to make one last pitch.
I nudged the door open and pulled her inside, closing it behind us. She turned toward me, already smiling, but that expression died on her lips the second I stepped in and pressed her back against the wall.
I kissed her hard. My mouth was rough, tongue demanding. I pressed my hard-on against her pussy, and my hands gripped her hips with just enough pressure to make her gasp. She clutched at my shirt, dragging me closer, letting me devour her like I hadn’t already had her twice this morning.
“Still don’t wanna come to the game?” I murmured, dragging my lips down her neck, biting lightly in that spot, just above her collarbone, that drove her wild.
She let out a breathy little moan. “I said I couldn’t, not that I didn’t want to.”
Finally accepting that I wasn’t going to win this time, I leaned back and looked down at her, not bothering to hide my frustration.
“How about a compromise?” she suggested.
I raised an eyebrow and waited.