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“I can’t make a move on our customers,” I countered. “It’s unprofessional.” He snorted. “I don’t know who decided that rule, but I will not be following it.”
“Will you leave it alone then?” He snorted. “Probably not, but you can always hope.”
“He is not the one who has had to listen to you bitch and moan about not being able to date the, and I fucking quote, cotton candy princess of your dreams, end quote.”
Every part of her screamed business, but for some reason, to me, it translated to pleasure.
“If I come inside, I’ll do a lot of things right,” she said, brushing her fingers across my lower lip.
“But I want…if we’re really doing this, I want to start our relationship off right. I want to get to know you.”
“Great. Make sure the night ends with some fucking, so I can stop suffocating on the unresolved sexual tension between y’all.” He grimaced. “That shit lingers in the air for hours after Julie leaves.”
If I couldn’t even think about sex without turning into a blushing virgin, how the hell was I going to attempt to have it? “Sean.” He groaned before rolling his head toward me. “No.” “But I need help,” I whined.
“Okay. First of all, ew.” “You bought me my first vibrator as a birthday present.” “Doesn’t mean I want to know you use it,” he countered.
“Well, if you take me home, I’ll kiss you wherever and however you like.”
“You don’t have to.” “Maybe I just like hearing you say that you want me.”
“I might be your first,” she replied, eyes opening and finding mine in an instant. “But you are my last.”
