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I feel a spark of hope, see the glimmer of a light at the end of the tunnel, and return his conspiratorial smile. “He did mention once that his biggest fears are birds and ghosts.”
“Oooo,” Alfie says excitedly. “That gives us a lot to work with.”
Alfie
The spineless asshat left after thirty minutes which, according to my girl, is about two hours less than he usually lurks around. If this were June Harbor, he wouldn’t make it five. I’ve lost count of the number of times I almost grabbed the gun from my glove box to show him the type of man he was messing with.
But Stella is always trying to tell us that normal people don’t resort to guns at the mildest inconvenience. And while Georgie is anything but ordinary, I do think she falls into this “normal people” category. The last thing I want to do is scare her away when she’s been terrorized enough by that little bitch.
“This has been my best day of work in a long time.” Georgie turns to me after closing the order counter window for the day.
I can’t help but feel pride in the way she carries herself, confident and light, such a contrast to this morning.
“And you are entirely to blame.” She leans her hip against the counter with a devilish smirk.
My stomach pitches. “You make it sound like I’m in trouble.”
“Maybe you are,” she drawls seductively.
My skin tingles and my voice drops. “Maybe you should punish me then.”
“I think I ought to . . .” The boldness I saw last night when she ordered me around ignites in her gaze.
Good thing I’ve always been a glutton for punishment.
“You know what I think would be an appropriate punishment?” Her eyes turn sultry, and she hoists herself up onto the small swatch of open counter in the confined space. “You should have to watch something even bigger than you get to stretch my pussy.”
“Bigger?” I scoff puckishly. “I shag you once and you think you can take a whole canoe up your cooch.”
She laughs. “Add ‘shag’ to the list of British words you’re not allowed to say.”
“Only if I get to keep snatch,” I counter.
She rolls her eyes, fighting a smile. “Fine. Now, grab the whipped cream with the green sticker and get on your knees.”
“Right away, m’lady.” I swing around to the fridge, having learned my way around the trailer after a day working beside her.
I come back to kneel on the floor before her and pass over the canister. She lifts her legs. “Panties off.”
I growl hungrily at her take-no-shit tone. If I wasn’t already at her feet, I would be immediately. I take my time trailing my hands up her legs under her dress. She bites her lip as she looks down at me, glassy-eyed.
Before pulling her panties off, I bury my nose into them, pushing against her mound. I suck down her musky, divine scent and groan at the feel of the wet fabric.
“Oh, baby, you’ve soaked your panties.” I tilt my head back to look her in the eyes. “Naughty, naughty girl.”
“Are you surprised? I spent all day in a small, confined space with you.”
My mouth falls open. “All this is for me?”
“Not if you keep taking so long,” she chides.
“Some punishment,” I mumble under my breath, grinning, and finally relieve her of her undergarments.
She holds out the metal whipped cream dispenser between her legs like a cock and orders, “Lick it, boy.”
I do as she says, slobbering all over the cold can, never taking my eyes off hers. It’s been a while since I’ve sucked cock. I’d forgotten what a heady feeling it is, and this isn’t even a real dick. It makes me want to drive to the nearest sex store and buy her a strap-on.
“So sloppy,” she purrs. An insult and a compliment at the same time, making my cock thicken.
