Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“I hope you don’t leave. It won’t be the same without you.”
Teri nodded at the young woman. “I better get back to work.”
“You’re the boss.”
She turned back to the stove with all the zucchini on display. With how many she’d been using, she was surprised she hadn’t become allergic to the little green flecks. She happened to love the vegetable.
With Skylar now knowing the truth, it was only a matter of time before James heard. Skylar wouldn’t keep it between them too long. She was married to not one but two men of the Dirty Fuckers MC.
Teri rubbed at her temple, feeling the beginning of a headache. All the while, she tried not to think about the most obvious problem, Damon. He wanted an answer, tonight.
What the hell was she supposed to do with that?
Of course, she wanted him. Who wouldn’t?
He was the kind of guy most women went after. She knew he had a past, but who didn’t? They all did.
She finally decided to push all her thoughts to the back of her mind and only focus on getting food prepared. Once she put her mind on one thing, it was a whole lot easier.
The recipes with the zucchini were a hit. Skylar’s baked goods were the number one purchase. All the freebies were eaten, and she’d placed a basket with a piece of paper for people to vote what they would like to see on the menu regularly.
With the diner closed, she took the basket with people’s suggestions and placed it in the office.
Skylar had already left, as had Anna.
She was alone.
The diner had been cleaned. She liked to do it after every single shift. There was nothing worse than coming back to work in a dirty environment.
Collapsing into the chair, Teri leaned her head back and stared up at the ceiling. Slowly, she closed her eyes in an attempt to have a couple of minutes of peace.
She put her hands on her shoulders and gave a little moan along with a stretch. She was so tired. Releasing a yawn, she came out of her chair at the sound of a knock at the main door.
Stepping out of her office, she looked toward the door to see Damon. He’d come for an answer.
She went to the door and flicked the lock. “Sorry. It’s a force of habit to lock the door.” The few times she hadn’t, a couple of locals had walked on in and refused to move their asses until she cooked for them.
Damon stared at her.
Neither of them spoke.
All noise seemed to disappear. A soft buzzing filled her senses as she looked at him. She couldn’t help but look down at his lips. They looked soft. What would they feel like pressed against her own?
How would his body feel next to hers, wrapped around hers, filling her?
Her tits grew heavy and her pussy went slick. There was so much she wanted him to do to her.
Teri didn’t know who acted first, Damon or herself, as she crossed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his body, pulling him close. At the same time his lips slammed against hers, he sank his fingers into her hair.
They both came together, moaning, gasping. It wasn’t a soft or gentle kiss. This was fire, need, and pure desire. There was no end to this.
She circled his neck, holding him as close as she could. He tangled his fingers in her hair, tilting her head back, and when he broke the kiss, he trailed his lips all the way down to her neck, sucking on the pulse.
Teri released a gasp.
He knew her body. Her neck was so sensitive. His hands fell from her hair, gliding down her body toward her tits.
She gasped again as he touched her. “Fuck, Teri, what you do to me.” He spun her around and pressed his cock against her ass.
He was long and thick. Even with their clothes on, she knew he was well-endowed.
They both groaned.
“Tell me to stop, Teri. Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me.”
“No,” she said.
There was no way she was going to deny this. All day, she didn’t know what the hell she was going to say to him. What he’d want to know. One touch, one feel, one taste was all it took for her to know what she wanted, and it was Damon.
Even if she took the job away from Greater Falls, leaving the diner, the Dirty Fuckers MC, and the only real family she knew behind, she didn’t want to do it without being with Damon first.
He wasn’t a notch or a trophy. Damon was someone she actually wanted. This was her own selfish desire to be with him.
She should tell him no. Walk away and forget this, but there was no way she could do that. She needed Damon, and what scared her more was just how deep her feelings went.