Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
He tells me about his family in Michigan and I tell him about mine in San Antonio. It sounds like they would get along great. I bet it’d be a fun wedding.
Slow down, cowgirl. Wedding already?
But I can’t help it. It feels like I met my soulmate.
Eventually, the students leave and I send the busboy and Samuel home. I can close up by myself. Normally, I’d like someone else to be around for security reasons, but I have a pro athlete looking out for me.
“Are we alone?” Austin asks as he looks around the empty pub. There’s about twenty minutes left until closing.
“We are,” I say with a raised eyebrow.
He licks his lips and lets his eyes roam up and down my body. My nipples harden under my bra and I start to feel a heated throbbing down there.
Having this man’s full attention on me is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
“Dogs or cats?” he asks as I wipe down the taps.
“Definitely dogs,” I say, although I love cats too. “We have an adorable family dog. She’s an amazing golden retriever. Sometimes, I bring her kayaking with me. She’s so good.”
“What’s her name?”
“Molly.”
“I can’t wait to meet her.”
My eyes dart over to his. He’s grinning at me. God, that grin is so fucking kissable.
“You want to meet her?”
“I want to meet all of your family.”
I take a long deep breath, not knowing what to say. I’m twenty-four, but I’ve never had a long-term boyfriend. I’ve never had a boyfriend at all, really.
I’m not very experienced in the love department.
And I’m totally inexperienced in the sex department.
I’m still a virgin.
Working at this bar, I’ve seen drunk people hooking up and I’m sure they regretted it the next day. It opened my eyes and made me realize that casual hookups weren’t what I wanted.
I wanted my first time to mean more. I wanted to be in love. I wanted to experience it with my soul mate in a moment I’d never forget.
“I’ll save you a seat at Christmas dinner,” I say, giving him a wink before heading to the back.
“I’ll bring the gingerbread cookies,” he calls out.
I laugh as I grab a rack of clean mugs. There are eight racks that the bus boy ‘forgot’ to bring out before he left. I have to fill up the fridges before I leave and these things are damn heavy.
I’m trying not to grunt as I lug one back into the bar.
Austin springs off his bar stool. “Let me help you with that!”
“Will you?”
He takes off his jacket and goes into the back. He returns a few seconds later with four racks.
“Whoa, Superman,” I say as I admire his hard flexed arms. “Would you like a job?”
“Will I get to work with you?” he asks as he places the racks on the bar and turns to me. His arms and chest are all jacked and looking so fine. My fingertips tingle as I picture running my hands up those thick muscular forearms.
“We can arrange that,” I say, feeling my voice going breathless. My breaths are coming out heavy as he slowly approaches like a hungry wolf wanting to devour me.
“I like to work close,” he whispers as he comes in nice and close. He grazes my neck with his lips and I drop my head back with a moan.
My body is on fire for this man. I want him so badly.
“How close?” I whisper as I grab onto the freezer and lean back, pushing my tingling breasts into the air. He comes over to me, his heated eyes on my mouth, his hard chest pressing onto mine.
“This close,” he whispers as his mouth hovers over mine. I can feel his hot breath on my lips and it makes me moan. My body aches. My pussy throbs.
I can’t take it anymore. I grab the back of his neck and kiss him hard.
I thrust my tongue into his mouth and pull his body onto mine.
I want him on me. I want him in me. I want to be consumed by him.
When we finally pull our mouths away, I grab onto his hair and gasp. “The door,” I say breathlessly. “Lock the door.”
It’s like my body groans in frustration as he quickly leaves and locks the door. The throbbing between my legs gets more fierce and needy as I watch that sexy man hurrying back.
He leaps up and slides over the bar, landing right in front of me with a grin.
“Show off,” I say with a smile.
He kisses me and everything feels right with the world.
I run my hands over his hard muscular arms and shoulders. Up his chest and onto his wide back. I can’t get enough of him.
“This pub has excellent service,” he says between kisses.
“Well, you are getting the VIP treatment.”
“Lucky me.”
I’m thinking the same thing.
He cups my breasts and kisses them over my shirt. My nipples are aching in my bra.