As she looked up at me she bit down on her lower lip and I was within an inch of losing what self-control I had.

“Babe, you have no idea how much I'd like to bend you over right here, right now and...” 

“What a gentleman,” she scoffed between breaths. 

“I have never claimed to be,” I replied, plunging my fingers into her deeper than before.

She moaned low in her throat. I could feel her walls tightening around me getting ready to send her over the edge, but I refused to let her go. I slowed the tempo and pulled one finger out and then the second. She whimpered at the loss.

Oh how I loved that sound.

It was like a drug to me. 

She drew in a shallow breath, unable to speak. I smiled, knowing that I had her ready to spiral.

“What if someone comes in this way? I don't want to be known as the girl who hooked up with Kane Hawkins in a hallway.” She sounded only slightly concerned.

I brushed the hair from her shoulder. “So I was right? You do want me.”

“Yes.” She paused. “No,” she said, averting her eyes from my stare. “Yes. I don’t know.”

I took her hand, threading my fingers through hers and led her to the storage room.

“This can be a very easy decision. Your decision, by the way.” I winked. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Are you serious?” Her eyes widened. “We can’t go in there. I’m at work.”

“Baby, you might not know this, but there are two things I never joke about—football and this.”

She bit her lip in that sexy way again as I pulled her into the room with me. There was a long table on one side that was stacked with white paper takeout boxes. On the opposite wall was a tower of shelves overflowing with silverware, salt, pepper, napkins, and beer pilsners.

The rest of the room was stacked with cases of beer and kegs. I looked at the table before locking the door behind us. It would work.

I locked the door.

“Right here?” She looked skeptical.

My fingers flicked the button on her shorts as I shimmied them over her firm ass and toned thighs. I lifted her easily onto the table as she gasped at my quickness.

“You’re fucking hot. You know that?”

I dipped to kiss her, my tongue running between her lush soft lips. She purred under the kiss, sucking on my tongue, nipping at my mouth for more. Hell, she was a spitfire disguised as an angel. A beautiful angel I was going to spend the rest of the night with. My cock was hard against my jeans.

My fingers found their favorite place between her slice of heaven. I circled once before she closed her eyes, biting down on her lip with pleasure. I exhaled in a growl and fought the urge to sink into her now.

I ran my fingers between her slick folds, drawing deep thrusts from her hips. I kissed her harder, grabbing a handful of hair and smashing her mouth to mine. She tasted like the sweetness of rain. I had to know if the rest of her was just as sweet.

I broke from her mouth, dropping to my knees. She started to protest, but I yanked her ass toward the edge of the table, propped her feet on my shoulders, and ripped the thin cotton panties off her thighs.

“Oh God.” Her head reeled back in passion.

I wanted every bit of her swollen clit. I teased it with my tongue, flicking with quick strokes. Her juices flowed freely and I grinned. Everything about this was going to be epic.

“God,” she muttered.

“That’s right, baby,” I growled before sucking her clit with controlling force. Her heels dug into my shoulders and she jutted forward, spreading her wide for my access.

I licked and lapped. Stroked and pumped until she panted.

“I’m going to …”

“Oh yeah.” My dick was so hard I thought I’d come like this too. Watching this beautiful woman lose it from my tongue.

I pumped my fingers inside her, widening them as my tongue stroked her clit. I was generous in bed. Or in the back of a bar. I wanted her to come as many times as humanly possible.

Her breathing was heavy and throaty. “Hawk, oh God.”

I reached for my zipper as the first wave of her orgasm started to roll. I wanted to feel this. The constricting walls of her pussy squeezing my cock. Just a taste. I wanted to be inside her once or twice in this ecstasy.

Her pussy tightened around my fingers. She was so close I could feel it building in her. Her breath was coming in short small gasps.

“Come for me. I want to feel you.” I freed my dick just as her eyes opened and landed on my monstrous erection. I was going to make it so we would be breathless and senseless with just a little taste.

I rose from my knees. Keeping one hand pumping in and out of her, the other guiding my cock to her tight heated paradise.

“Hawk,” she whimpered.

“Is that what you want? You want me?”

She nodded. “I swear I’ve never done this. But, please…”

She didn’t have to explain to me how ecstasy had taken her off a cliff. It was driving her towards an edge she’d never experienced before. I got it. I knew it. I wanted to give it to her.

“You’re fucking gorgeous. Do you know that.”

I was so close to pushing inside her.

One.

Two.

Three pumps of my fingers. I nudged the tip of my cock against her opening. I hissed at the fire between her legs. She was hot as lava.

And then we heard it. Our heads jerked. There was loud banging on the door. The fist to wood sound that hammered into both of us. Fuck. Who in the hell was ruining this perfect symphony?

“Hawk? You in there, you bastard?”

Julie’s eyes darted to mine in complete fear and I wasn’t sure she wasn’t in pain. She was on the brink of having an epic orgasm delivered by Kane Hawkins. No one should be deprived of that. She scooted back on the table, looking for something to cover herself while in a state of panic.

I pressed a finger to my lips, silencing her.

She shook her head rapidly.

“It’s ok,” I whispered.

“What, Joe? I’m on the phone!” I yelled through the door.

The handle jiggled. Bastard was still trying to get in.

“You’ve got a situation out here.”

“What is it?” I had a fucking situation in here. I was going ready to spend ten minutes in nirvana and he was cock-blocking me.

Julie had quietly stepped one foot and then another to the floor and reached for her shorts.

“Kennedy’s here,” he announced.

“Damn it,” I muttered. “I’ll be right out.” I stretched my legs, trying like hell to adjust myself when it was nearly impossible.

I waited a second to make sure Joe was no longer in the hall before cracking the door. “He’s gone,” I reported.

“Kennedy?” Julie asked.

I rubbed the back of my head. “She’s nobody.”

“I bet,” she huffed, pulling the shorts over her tan legs. The scowl on her face was surprisingly sexy.

I held up the pair of torn panties. “Forgetting something?” I teased.

She glared at me, trying to snatch them from my hands.

“I think I’ll keep these as a souvenir.” I stuffed them in my pocket.

Her mouth opened in surprise. “Give them back.”

“You can have them back when we finish what we started,” I offered.

She re-tied her waitress apron and tried to brush past me. “It shouldn’t have happened. It got out of hand.”

“It didn’t even get close to where it needed to go, baby.” I waggled my eyebrows at her.

I could tell she was still trying to calm her breathing. I had the same problem. My cock was a rod of steel in my pants and wanted to burst free and take this pretty girl.

I slipped a hand over her hip, drawing her toward me. I tipped her chin upward. I couldn’t help it. Kennedy was waiting. Joe was waiting. But I hadn’t had enough. I needed her lips. The taste of her tongue. And I was ready to do anything for another one of those fiery comebacks from her sassy mouth.