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He winked. “I’ll meet you at the door.”

Together they exited the car. She walked up to the door of his shop leisurely, as though her heart weren’t pounding in her chest and her pulse racing, as though she hadn’t a care in the world. She heard his car door shut and then he was there behind her, pulling her into his body, and she couldn’t stop the moan from escaping her lips.

The feel of his hard, completely clothed body while she was naked was more of a turn-on than she’d ever imagined it would be. She rubbed herself against him, and when she went to turn around, he held her tighter. “No. Stay just like that but stop moving or we’ll be fucking out here. I’m pretty sure Mac wouldn’t let me get away with that.”

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“Who’s Mac?”

“Cop on duty tonight. We need to get inside. He should be making a pass soon.”

Something about being caught teased her, but not enough to try it out right then.

She didn’t want to spend the rest of her birthday in jail. The arm that wasn’t holding her against him reached out and slid the key home, turned it to the left with his wrist and slid the lock from its mooring. He nudged her inside the building and had her backed against the door with his mouth on hers.

For a split second, she wondered how this was much different than being naked outside when anyone who passed by could see her bare ass through the glass, but she quickly didn’t care. Jaz’s mouth devoured hers much as hers had done to him in the car.

She couldn’t get enough of his tongue, his taste, his feel, and then he was licking a trail down her throat, the center of her chest, and when she thought he might take a nip at her nipples, he just kept going. He teased her bellybutton and then he was there, between her legs, sucking mercilessly at her mound. She looked down to find his eyes were trained on her face. She didn’t think there could be anything more arousing, more erotic than that predatory, all-encompassing possessive stare.

Slowly, oh so slowly Jaz pulled away, sucking on her flesh until the last possible moment. She’d always wondered about those sucking devices, the ones meant to make the clit bigger, more sensitive, but she knew nothing could compare to a hot, wet mouth on a hot, hard bad boy.

He knelt on the floor and took his shirt off then settled himself closer to her. He had tattoos everywhere and one nipple pierced. She wanted to explore those designs on his body but pushed the thought aside as he slid a hand under one of her thighs. “Over my shoulder.” He reached up and locked the door. “Brace your hands on the bar at your back and put your legs over my shoulders.”

“Jaz, I…”

“Do it, Mandi. I’ve got you.” He flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit and her knees trembled. “I’ve got you,” he whispered against her sex.

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And she knew he did.

With his help, she lifted first one leg over his shoulder and then the other. He slid his hands up her backside and squeezed, held her and feasted on her like a starving man. How long had she waited for a man like him to go at her like this? How long had she waited for
this
man to go at her like this?

She was still just as wet as she’d been in the car. His breath on her heated skin…

She couldn’t do anything but enjoy it. She couldn’t let go of the handrail at her back.

She couldn’t grip him or hold on to him. She could only rock her pussy on his mouth and fuck the tongue that was fucking her.

“Jaz…”

He nodded his head and caressed her with his whole mouth. He breathed her in and then blew out the breath, heating her further, sending goose bumps up and down her body, making her shiver in spite of the incredible fire flowing through her veins.

The slide of his tongue from her sex down and back toward her ass made her shudder. He teased her with the tip then licked back toward her clit until he took the little button between his teeth and nibbled, bit, tugged. He soothed it with a long, slow laving.

She couldn’t tell if he was teasing her or just trying to draw it out, but she needed that orgasm. She could feel it, could even see it hovering just on the outer edges of her vision.

He let go of her clit and blew a hot breath out against her. “You on the Pill?”

“Wha—” Mandi licked her lips and tried to find the right answer to his question.

Her brain was all fogged from being on the verge of her third come of the night, something she hadn’t experienced in longer than she cared to remember. The Pill. He was asking about the Pill. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m on it. Jackie required it of her girls who handled customers.”

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you that?” He punctuated his words with stabs of his tongue…teasing, tormenting stabs of his tongue making her quake and tighten the backs of her thighs on his shoulders.

“N-no.”

“Damn dumbasses. It’s so sweet, so pretty and smooth. I love that you’ve got it all smooth. God, it’s so fucking sexy, and you’re so fucking wet.”

He took another swipe at her, dragged his wicked tongue from stem to stern then moved. He lowered her legs, slowly, one at a time, keeping his hold on her. She was shaking with arousal, and without him she couldn’t stand, couldn’t hold her own.

“What the hell are you doing? Jaz… I need…”

He stood up against her body and was so close she could have been wearing him as a second skin. “I know what you need. I need it too. I need that hot cunt coming all over my dick.”

He turned them and walked her backward to the glass counter then turned her at the last moment. The friction of his clothes rubbing her naked body was… “Please…”

she whimpered again.

“I’ll please you, baby. Lean over the counter, up on the balls of your feet, use it to hold you up until I get inside you. Oh yeah, good girl. Hold on to the far edge over there, push that ass at me. Damn, Mandi.”

He nudged her legs farther apart and whispered for her to bend her knees. It was like some obscene squatting exercise and the exposed feeling she had… It was different than before in the dressing room. There she’d been in boots and just bent over, the table and his groin and her heels all making it the perfect height for him to slide inside her.

This was just open, and she was naked and dripping her own juices. She loved and hated that he could see everything. She wanted him so much right then that the hate was more a love if he’d just fill her.

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and raised her so her knees cradled his hips. She’d never been taken this way, from behind, ridden up off the floor, held hard while he drove inside her.

“Fuck, woman, you’re so tight.” His hands didn’t let go of her, and the angle he held her at was going to make her come without any clit action. She breathed a sigh of relief, of frustrated arousal, of eager anticipation for that floating feeling.

He didn’t stop or slow down, and the movement slid her back and forth on the counter, her own perspiration acting as a lube for the slide, the pull.

It was almost a mirror of earlier, but it was still so different and she wondered if sex with him would always feel that way, same positions, different sensations.

“Can you come like this? I’ve got you, I swear, and, Jesus, you’re… Can you?”

Mandi nodded, pretty sure if he kept up the pistoning of his hips, the thrusting of his cock against the place inside her that had her tingling, that yeah, she could come.

“Good. Then come. Come on my cock again, birthday girl.”

That was all she really needed. His voice around her.

Her body shuddered and she could feel it travel all through her muscles from her feet to her neck. The minute the spasms started, he tightened his hold on her hips and fucked her hard into the glass box she was holding onto.

The orgasm kept going, kept flowing through her, something else she’d never experienced before. The harder he fucked her, the more drawn out the sensations from inside her body, the more she fell over the cliff.

“Fuck it, Mandi…”

He pulled out, thrust back in. He did it again, sharply spearing her, and he stilled, pulling her off the countertop, wrapping his arms around her middle and her chest, holding her down on his cock with her legs still folded backward on his thighs, and he grunted as he came.

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He kissed her hair, her neck, her shoulder. His harsh breathing sounded loud in the empty shop, and it was a damn good thing he was holding her because she couldn’t have stood on her own. Again.

But he took care of her, just as he said he would.

He pressed her against the solidity of the glass once more and pulled out of her, letting go of her legs and easing her down until she was on her feet. When he turned her in the circle of his arms, she clung to him, weak but no less sated and satisfied than before they started.

He picked her up and held her, her toes tickling the hairs on his shins, and gave her the softest, sweetest kiss on the forehead. She squeezed his shoulders in her hands and felt a smile on his lips.

Oh yeah, best damn birthday present ever.

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Jaz held her in his lap and she was curled up like a kitten across his thighs in one of the chairs used for tattoos. It was attached to the floor in such a way that they’d have to rip up the tile flooring to get the chair out. The shop had a variety of seating for a variety of positions and tattoos and now, well, he could definitely see other possibilities for them.

He liked having her in his arms. She protested more than once that she was too heavy for him, but he just laughed at that. He’d held her more tonight than he’d ever dreamed he’d get the chance to in one lifetime, and they both knew she wasn’t too heavy for him. She might not be the long-legged skinny pole dancer or the short tight-bodied bartender, but she wasn’t fat. She wasn’t anything other than perfect for him. He knew fucking her wouldn’t break her, that he could be on her body and it not hurt her.

He was hard and she was soft, and he couldn’t think of wanting her any different than the way she was.

And yeah, even though she had hips, a bigger-than-a-size-eight ass, big tits and a slightly rounded belly, she was incredible to him. She was made the way a woman was intended to be…full and curvy. He didn’t want to see his lover’s bones or rib cage. He didn’t want to feel caverns and hollows under her skin when he held her. He wanted to feel flesh, soft and giving. He wanted to feel her weight on his body, letting him know his woman was there.

Mandi was all that and more, and once he’d convinced her to settle in his lap, she’d found comfort in his arms the way he’d always imagined a woman might, the way for six months he’d imagined she might.

“Do you enjoy working at Katz?”

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“It’s been okay. I’ve been able to help out my friend and try something new for a while. It’s the first time waitressing for me. I’ve found that the lower cut the shirt is or the higher hem of the skirt, the better the tips.”

He unconsciously tensed under her. “How long are you going to keep working there?”

“Why?” She licked his chin and sank her teeth into it, just enough for him to feel the edges. “Jealous?”

“Not a bit.” Just a tiny white lie. He had no problem with her dressing in a skimpy outfit while she served food. The problem he would have was if someone else touched her, fondled her, insisted on meeting her outside work. But she and Jaz, they weren’t there yet, and for all he knew, after today was over, they wouldn’t ever be there.

And he wasn’t going to think about it. “No. Just curious.”

He stroked her hair, sifting his fingers through it, letting it fall back down against her naked shoulders. She smelled of sex, of him, and he liked it. A lot. He wanted to coat her body in his come, rub it into her skin, become a part of her inside and out.

Okay, so maybe he was going to think about it. But only a little.

“I have a boutique handmade jewelry business. I started it a few years ago when handmade things started coming back in popularity. Working at Katz has allowed me to build my business online with a better web presence, and I now have some steady work coming in. A lot of people like custom work, custom designs.”

“Do they design it or do you when they want custom?”

“Sometimes me, sometimes them. I’ve met a few really good, independent designers and artists at trade shows who help me out when I need it. Working for Jackie has paid the bills, and she even had me design some custom chains for nipple rings.”

“Did she now?” He wouldn’t mind seeing Mandi’s nipples pierced with a pretty chain hanging between them, one he could tug on until she gasped from the mingled pain and pleasure.

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“Yes she did. Some of the dancers and waitresses and even customers have given me business I wouldn’t have otherwise had. It’s been a good experience.”

His hand rubbed her arm, her shoulder, her hand, down the side of her neck to the top of her chest. He caressed her and she mewled just as a little kitten might have purred at the attention. She relaxed deeper into him too, and though he wasn’t sure she was aware of the move, he was. Her weight was now more even between his chest and legs. Her hip pressed into his cock, and if she noticed the way it nudged her, she didn’t let on. That was fine with him. He liked this. There was no pressure to have sex again, but they would. A ton of it. Until well past dawn. It was enough though, in those moments, in the dark of his shop, to sit with her, learn about her, connect with her in other ways.

“Other than the chains, what do you make?”

“Hmmm. Most just want earrings, bracelets, normal things, but made just for them.

I’ve done a few chokers, necklaces.”