Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
“Don’t stop,” she whines when I pull back to look in her eyes.
“Never,” I groan. “I’m just gonna rub on you a little until I cum.”
“Oh god.” Her eyes widen, but I feel the heat between her legs move over my hard ridge. “I-I think I might too.”
“Good girl,” I whisper, and her cheeks flush.
My lips are on hers again and the slick feel of her tongue on mine almost sends me over the edge. What does she taste like between her thighs? The thought of eating her pussy has cum leaking from me and into my boxer briefs. I’m going to make a fucking mess on them, but I don’t care.
Without thinking I turn her and press her up against the bookshelf. She moans loudly as I thrust against her just like I would if we were fucking. I want to slip my fingers under her panties to see how soaked she is, but her legs wrap around me tighter.
A sound nearby causes me to open my eyes, and when I do I’m face to face with a set of bright green eyes. Eyes that are so close it startles me.
“Oh shit,” I call out as I grab Barbie in my arms and push away from the bookshelf.
Everything happens so fast I have no idea what goes first, but at the same time I push away a black cat jumps off the shelf, sending the entire thing backwards and all the books with it.
“Romeo!” Barbie shouts and the loud crash of the books echoes in the room.
Just as she gasps, blue lights fill the bookstore and two police officers walk in.
“Shit,” I whisper, and I don’t know what’s worse. Knocking over the bookshelf, the cops showing up, or the fact that I’ve still got a ten-inch erection that’s not close to going down wedged between her thighs.
Chapter Five
Barbie
I bury my face into Shaw’s neck as I pretend to hide there. This is not happening. Everyone in town is going to be talking about this. There’s no way it’s not getting out and everyone knows everything.
Not only am I selling dirty books but now I’m getting it on in the middle of my store. I groan when I hear Missy’s high-pitched squeal. Lovely. This keeps getting worse by the second and all the desire I was feeling moments ago starts to fade.
“It’s okay,” Shaw whispers in my ear. He hugs me tighter and I fight a whimper when I feel his hard-on dig into me. Slowly I slip down his giant body until my feet hit the floor.
“This is definitely against health codes. Shut this place down!” Missy snaps, and my stomach drops. I know it’s not against any health code, but the thought of closing down my store breaks my heart.
“Can you get her out of here? She’s trespassing,” Shaw’s voice rumbles.
I glance at Missy and see she’s pissed off. She’s glaring at the both of us and if I didn’t know better, I’d swear there was jealousy in her eyes.
“I’m not trespassing. I own the shop next door.”
“This isn't next door,” Shaw tosses back at her like she’s an idiot. The cop stands there looking a little confused on what to do as their eyes bounce between all of us.
“Missy,” one of them finally says, standing up a little straighter. His uniform looks one size too big for him. “Why don’t you go back next door?”
Her mouth falls open. “Clarence! If you ever want coffee from my shop again you better shut this place down,” she sasses, pointing her shiny red nail at him.
“Barbara has free coffee.” Shaw nods towards my coffee maker.
If looks could kill I’d be dead.
“Look what they did in here.” Missy motions to the giant mess and Romeo goes strolling by like he didn’t have a thing to do with any of it. He jumps up on my desk and lies down to take a nap. “They even have wild animals running around.” She turns her lip up at Romeo.
“That’s a cat.” He is a troublemaker but that’s neither here nor there. He’s cute as a button so he can get away with it.
“She can make a mess in her own shop if she wants,” the other cop points out, and I see his name badge reads Thomas.
“You two are worthless.” Missy turns and stomps off.
“That woman hates me,” I mumble.
“Who cares?” Shaw shakes his head, but I kind of care. She has a lot of business over there at her place. Everyone knows who she is and I’m sure she has lots to tell them about me.
“Don’t worry about Missy. She’s always carrying on about something.” The cops look around my store. “Everything okay in here?” Thomas asks.
“It’s fine. Is there something we can help you with? My girl is closed.” Shaw drapes his arm over my shoulder in a possessive hold.