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Unbothered, Jamie picked up the first of my glasses, moving quickly through the stack, as I dried them, leaving them in a neat row for Saturday’s patrons.
While we worked, he questioned me. Did I like dogs? Did I like my new apartment? How long had I been working for Betty? And so on.
I answered them honestly, and it seemed only a matter of moments before we were done and waving as the last member of the cook team left the building.
“What now?” Jamie prowled closer, making my mouth dry as I watched.
“What do you mean?” I asked, a slight tremor to my voice.
“What do you want to do most in the entire world? I want to make it happen.”
“That’s quite a flex.” I thought about the answer as it flew across my mind. He would think it was stupid. “I’m not sure anyone has ever asked me that before.”
Jamie smirked, moving behind me. I could feel his warmth at my back.
I shivered a little. “You know, you’re quite intense sometimes.”
“I’m sorry about that. What can I do to help you relax?”
“To start, stop saying things like that. I can barely think straight when you talk like that.”
“That’s not a great incentive for me to stop then, little one.” He pressed his warmth against me, one of his hands dropping to cover mine along the top of the bar. I stared at it, heat throbbing between my thighs as I willed my body to not sag against him.
“What if I said no? To all of this, to you, to this…heat.”
Jamie’s mouth brushed the apex of my shoulder. “Then I would be gone.” He hesitated a moment. “As soon as I made sure you made it home safely.”
“And if I said yes, to letting this happen…” My voice was breathy.
Jamie’s breath washed over my shoulder as his hand stole across my belly, stroking the bare skin below my crop top. “Then I would help you relax.” His nose butted against my ear. “Maybe it’s time someone took care of you for once.”
“Oh God,” I mumbled, my knees weak as I let my hips arch backward, knowing they would brush against him.
“So, what is it, then? Yes or no?”
I rolled my hips back, a soft mewl leaving my lips as I found a denim-covered bulge there. He was hard as steel, and yet his voice remained so calm.
“Yes, oh fuck, yes. Please.”
He pressed an open-mouthed kiss against my neck, the fingers across my belly growing tight as he yanked me back against his body.
“Allow me,” he rasped, his other hand leaving mine to unbutton the top of my jeans. As the fabric gaped, his fingers teased the skin there between my hips. “So soft,” he said, almost to himself. Slowly, thick fingers pressed lower, skating under the elastic of my panties to rest against the top of my mound.
His other hand was all but holding me up as I arched back, begging silently for him to go just a few inches farther. To give me what we both knew I wanted more than anything.
“Do you want this, little one?” His breath swelled over my neck as his body grinded against me.
I shook my head, unable to speak or respond as my mind was singularly focused on those fingers as they pressed gently against me. Waiting.
“Use your words and ask for it.”
I gritted my teeth. “I can’t… Jamie, it’s so good.”
“Ask for it, or you will end up begging.” If only to make his point, he moved his other hand up, under my top, where he skated across my skin to where my nipples were pebbled and desperate under my thin bra.
“Jamie, I—” I swallowed hard, moving my hips as if that could relieve some of this pressure.
“Sweetheart, you’re going to have to say it. And do it soon so I can put us both out of this torture.”
