Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 111038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
I moaned, opening under his mouth, for him. His tongue claimed me, and I was lost after that. I’d like to think I’d been thinking during the first few minutes of our make-out, but when his tongue touched mine. I was done.
I was gone.
He could do whatever he wanted.
“Dude!” There was a pounding at the door.
Blaise ripped his mouth from mine, cursed, and shouted back, “It’s busy!”
He’d turned back to me when his friend pounded on the door again. “Manager is coming. Get your girl covered.”
The words penetrated our lust, and Blaise cursed under his breath. After that, it was a race. I had no shirt, so as I put my bra back in place, he tore his off and flung it at me. When I didn’t catch it, he cursed and scooped it up. He pulled it over my head.
My arms shot through the sleeves, and he pushed me to the back stall. I had a glimpse of him raking his hand through his hair as he slammed the door shut, and I heard a key in the bathroom door.
This was so embarrassing. So embarrassing!
Blaise coughed, just as the door opened.
“Is there a problem in here?” a man asked.
“What? No problem.”
Someone snorted.
Blaise’s voice was strained. “I, uh, had a run-in with someone. Got coffee spilled on me. I was trying to stop the burn, you know?”
“Oh!” The man’s voice changed. “You’re okay?”
“Yeah. I’m good. All good.”
Another snort.
“Well, are you…” A squeak of a shoe on the floor. The manager’s voice sounded closer, “Are you alone?”
Blaise coughed.
The snort guy said loudly, “Holy fuck! I think someone’s trying to pump and ditch.”
“What?!” Then the manager was gone. I heard him run out. A second later, the snort guy started laughing.
“Ha-ha, dickhead.” A door slammed shut, and Blaise came to the stall. He knocked gently. “It’s all good.”
I unlocked the door, letting it swing open.
Gah. I was melting and dying at the same time. His hair was messed up and looking seriously sexy, and not only did his chest look hella hot, but hello? Where had those grooves come from? They outlined his stomach perfectly, as if they were arrows, pointing right down to where I’d felt him grinding against me.
I gulped. And swallowed.
He’d been so hard. And big. Massively big.
I was back to my goldfish impersonation.
“You okay?”
My eyes snapped to him, hearing a little bit of pity. He knew what was going through my head and probably my body—well, most definitely my body, and I swallowed again.
“I’m just embarrassed,” I whispered, hanging my head a little.
“I’m getting that, but you don’t need to be. You know that, right?” He gestured to me. “You’re hot, Aspen.”
What all girls want to hear in a gas station after almost getting caught in the men’s bathroom by the manager.
I sighed. “I know people saw.”
Blaise tipped his head to the side, his hands sliding into his pockets. It only seemed to accentuate his six-pack. I groaned on the inside and wet my lips, because I was starting to salivate. One kiss from him had me hooked. He was like crack. My body was now fully on sexual conditioning response.
I just needed a look, and I was acting like a hussy.
“My buddy will help distract for us. Say the word and we’ll sneak you out the back way.”
“There’s a back way?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Just past our door. You can go out that way, and I’ll get whatever you were buying and meet you out front in a minute.”
“Really?” That was sweet of him. I frowned. Sweet was not a word used to describe Blaise DeVroe.
He shrugged. “Tell me what you were buying.”
I told him, and his eyebrows went up, but he didn’t say anything.
I don’t know if I was disappointed at the lack of reaction, but I was thankful after he stepped out into the hallway. A second later, I slipped out, and he indicated the back door.
I went through, remembering that I was still wearing his shirt when I stepped outside.
A staff person was on her smoke break, but she only looked at me before taking another drag.
I ducked my head, hotfooting it around her, then around the gas station and out to my car. A minute later, Blaise came out with his arms full. His friend was right behind him, and holy crap. I was embarrassed all over again because that friend was Jamie Conway, another one of the most popular guys. His reputation had skyrocketed this week after everyone heard how he and Oliver Ashlome had stepped up behind Blaise, defying Zeke Allen.
It was big news for FCA. Really big news.
I also noticed Blaise was wearing a gas station shirt. He’d turned it inside out. He smiled when he saw me grinning at it. He glanced down and shrugged. “I’ve always wanted Quick-Fill swag. I’ll frame it one day and hang it over my bed.” He winked before nodding toward the things he carried. “Did I get it all?”