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I glance at his upturned forearm, then back at him, dragging my long nails down from the crux of his elbow to his wrist, hard, hearing the scrape, watching him suck in a breath between his teeth, exhaling sharply. I retract my fingers quickly, and we both watch the red lines appearing on his caramel skin. He smiles slowly, both of us ready to lunge on each other, breathing heavily. My hands ball into fists at my sides, preventing myself from reaching out to touch him again. I summon all of my restraint and take a step back. He moves closer. I step toward the wall behind me, and he inches forward again. He is so near that I can feel the heat emanating from him.
“Tu sens si bon,” he murmurs, his lips coming closer to my ear, breathing me in. You smell so good.
There is nowhere to go. He has me pinned between the wall and his tough body. I feel the dampness of his sweat on his shirt, inhale his musk, his eyes capturing my gaze, informing me there is no way out. His rough hands grab my waist, crushing my body right up against his, making me feel every ridge of his hardness.
The door opens, and he moves off of me. The customer takes a long look at Jason’s delectable body and my pink cheeks, raises an eyebrow and waits for me to approach her. Shooting me one last, lusty sideways glance, he goes back outside to continue working. I fight to breathe normally again, smiling at the woman, who thankfully doesn’t ask me about him, and help her find some sexy lingerie for her boyfriend’s birthday.
I feel his eyes boring into me through the window, although I can still hear the buzz of his tools. His image is vivid in my mind, it’s as though I’m right next to him, watching the sweat drip off his brow, watching those muscular arms twitching with activity. His presence is so consuming and disquieting that I have intense difficulty passing my client’s credit card through the machine.
When she leaves, I am overcome with the desire to meander outside just to bask in Jason’s sexuality. We stare at each other through the window again, and I am propelled by an intangible force through my front doors, finding myself standing directly in front of where he is kneeled, his head level with my waist. He looks up at me, his eyes shadowed and dark. It is unclear now who has become the predator, as we wait for the other to initiate something. Slowly he shifts his weight and gets up from the ground, rising tall in front of me.
I move backwards towards the door, pushing it open, hoping my lusty expression is self-explanatory. He follows me into the store and I turn the bolt behind us. For a second my rational self kicks in and I wonder if we should have put away his tools first. The thought dissipates when he grabs me and wrenches me toward him forcibly, his hot mouth immediately suppressing any possibility of argument on my part. My lips part, taking his tongue into my mouth, surprised at how sweet he tastes. His erection rises and presses against my belly, arousing me further. I lead him slowly to the back, sequestering us to where no one can see.
The backstore is lit with a sole light fixture, casting a faint glow on our skin as Jason backs me up against the wall, his large hands squeezing my ass. I quickly hoist up his shirt, eager to feel his bare skin against mine, rewarded by the sight of his sculpted torso gleaming with sweat. I find this absurdly sexy, and roughly grab him, my nails digging into his back. He growls, pushing me back and quickly stripping me of my shirt, leaving me in my turquoise and black lace bra. He unzips my jeans and I shimmy out of them, revealing my tiny matching thong. His eyes burn into me appreciatively, licking his lips, making me snap again. I can’t stop touching him, the feel of his sweltering flesh under my fingertips irresistibly addictive.
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