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Strong and sweet.
It was certainly nothing like the black tar they served down at the precinct.
Candi Jennings was one of the reasons Dallas continued picking up shifts at The Commoner. She captivated him, and it was hard for him to look away. Just the sight of her walking to him with the gentle sway in her hips had his cock twitching. Her standard uniform of low V-cut t-shirt and jeans did little to hide her body. Her ample bosom and hips that flared out was enough to make a man almost fall to his knees. Her brown skin was flawless except for a small healed cut located just above her left eye.
Her shyness drew out the beast in him. He didn’t really know her aside from the fact she was a waitress at the bar. She didn’t wear any rings on her fingers that he ever saw, and she was friends with the other server, Kay.
Deep down, he wanted to get to know her better. Find out what pleased her. What excited her. What she’d look like climaxing. He just knew he needed to see her smile.
Smile at him.
Even after working a ten-hour shift and coming here, seeing her plump lips curve up in into a beautiful smile was like a breath of fresh fucking air. Her smooth brown skin called to him. He wanted to explore it all. Strip her out of her clothes and lay her down on his bed so he could study every inch of her.
Her smile and the swell of her hips were his weakness.
When they had first met, he’d been dog-shit tired, coming off of a double. He hadn’t wanted to cancel covering The Commoner and leave the guys down a man on a busy Saturday. He had been in one hell of a mood. Irritated and on a short fuse, but that hadn’t seemed to keep her from approaching him.
A short, brown-skinned woman with long, dark hair and a curvy frame walked up to him. She cocked her head to the side while she stared up at him.
“How do you take it?” she asked.
Her voice was husky, and his gaze dropped down to her plump lips. He took in the lady before him and instantly felt a stirring in his pants. She was a beautiful African-American woman with a voluptuous body. He’d first noticed her when he’d strolled in, not recognizing her. Tanner had just been talking about the new server before she’d appeared next to him.
He paused, not sure what the hell she was asking.
“Excuse me?” he said. He needed to clarify exactly what she was asking of him. Images of the two of them flashed before his eyes, and if she wanted to know how he’d like to have her, he’d answer truthfully.
Anyway he could get her.
She was a knockout.
Her lips bent up into a smile. A sheepish look appeared on her face as she realized what she had said.
“Your coffee.” She giggled.
His dick twitched at her strong, country twang.
She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and tilted her head back to gaze up at him. “Sweetie, you look like death warmed over. I make a mean pot of coffee. I’ll get you a cup.”
He relaxed a little bit and ran a hand over his face. He grimaced at the amount of scruff that met his palm. He didn’t think he’d looked that bad, but if she had taken notice, then he must look like shit.
“Black with sugar.”
Her perfectly sculpted eyebrows rose, but she didn’t say a word.
“Coming right up.”
“Wait.” He grabbed her wrist. He instantly released her when her body stiffened. It triggered something deep down inside him. He recognized the expression in her face as she turned and met his eyes. Fear. It didn’t sit too well with him. A woman like her didn’t have anything to fear from him. “I didn’t catch your name.”
The apprehension disappeared from her eyes, and she relaxed. Her lips curled up into a smile. He was a goner.
“Candi. Yours?”
“Dallas.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Dallas,” she drawled. She turned and walked away.
Candi.
