“Nope. Can’t think of anything,” I stammered, still having trouble focusing on anything but the massive wall of male flesh in front of me.
“I really appreciate you doing this, Allie,” he said, placing his hands on my shoulders, his dark eyes holding my gaze. “You’re really a doll.”
His fingers ignited fires that burned a path straight to my panties and I struggled to control my breathing. Oh, I knew all about Mr. Nick Pearson and I wasn’t about to fall for that sexy, boyish grin like dozens of other women had. Still it was easy to see how his classic good looks and that little bit of stubble on his strong chin could sway even a strong woman like myself.
I cleared my throat and moved out of his reach. “No problem. You’re a local author and your book is already selling quite well here. Its good business for both you and the shop,” I said, trying to brush past him so I could get behind the checkout counter where I didn’t feel so vulnerable. “I just have to run home, change clothes and pick up some refreshments. I’ve asked Maggie to stay late to help ring up sales.” I was babbling and I knew it but, for some reason, Nick’s presence always did that to me
“Change? Why?” he asked, just barely giving me enough room to pass. Then he followed closely. “You look fabulous in that outfit, just like you always do.”
I took the opportunity to button that top button-- again.
“We’ll set up a table for you front and center,” I continued, finally reaching my destination where I could shield my body from his hot gaze. “I have more copies of your book in the back. Are you bringing extras with you?”
“Yes,” he said, chuckling. “Always the business woman, aren’t you?”
“Well, Nick, I am trying to run a business here. I have to make a living,” I said, trying not to sound as exasperated as I felt. How could this man get me so flustered and frustrated at the same time!
“You should let your hair down tonight,” he said, his voice soft and seductive. “It’s a beautiful color.”
To my surprise, he tucked some loose tendrils behind my ear, his fingertips caressing my cheek. Frantically, I searched for something to keep my shaking hands busy for the second time since he had walked into the store that morning. I ended up shuffling through the small stack of receipts from the day before. “The spotlight will be on you tonight,” I said shortly, hoping he would get the message and leave me alone. “Now, I really do have some work to do.”
“There is one more thing I wanted to talk to you about,” he said, reaching out to touch me again.
“Okay.” I made myself stand still, forced myself to look at him and allowed him to touch my arm. Again, sparks of desire flooded through me.
“I’m thinking of branching out into audio books,” he explained. “You would be the perfect narrator for my last book.”
I was stunned. “Me. Oh, please,”
“No, really. Your voice is like…” he closed his eyes briefly and then licked his lips with the tip of his tongue. “Like silky smooth, rich chocolate melting on my tongue, sweet and slow…”
“Get out of here and let me get back to work!” I snapped, finally fed up. I tried to soften the words with a smile but his shallow flirting and my unwanted reaction to it was driving me crazy.
“Just try it,” he coaxed. Turning, he grabbed the first book he came to and shoved it into my hands. “Just practice a little bit and then audition for me.”
“No, no, no!” I said, playfully shooing him toward the door. “I’m sure there are professionals who do that sort of thing.”
“But you’re a real woman. You’d be perfect.”
“Out!” I ordered, pointing toward the door.
He gave me a sad little pout that was supposed to melt my heart but I did not relent…not until he was out of sight anyway. Then, with the book still in my hand, I hurried back to my safe place in the storage room to try and calm myself.
Once there, I thought a little bit about what he’d said. It wasn’t the first time I’d been told I had a wonderful voice, a little bit husky, yet soft and soothing. It would be a way to earn some extra money and my little book store needed all the help it could get. I looked down at the book in my hands and then flipped it open. Then I began to read aloud:
"Suzie stood in the dark kitchen trembling with excitement. She smoothed her short skirt down over her thighs and then ran her hands back up her shapely body, cupping her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and she tugged at them playfully. A fresh flood of juices wet the crotch of her panties.
Even though it was an hour before the other employees would arrive at the restaurant, the Sushi Monster would be here soon. She could get wet just thinking about him, his big cock and the way he fucked her, hard and fast, just the way she liked it. His touch was always demanding, his kisses took her breath away. There was only one reason they arrived at work early – to play – and right here in this big, industrial kitchen was where she enjoyed him the most. Now she had both hands between her legs, squeezing her mound, pushing the wet fabric up between her swollen lips and shuddering with pleasure. She was tempted to masturbate right then and there. It wouldn’t be the first time!
Then she heard his key in the lock at the back door.
Suzie smoothed her skirt down again and struck what she hoped was a sexy pose, legs primly together, her ample chest thrust out, her back against the prep counter.
Chef Renny opened the door and flicked on the lights. The fluorescents hummed to life and the harsh glare filled the room. When he saw Suzie posed for him against the prep area, a grin split his handsome face.
“Well, look who’s here,” he said, his deep voice rumbled from his broad chest, thrilling her as it did most women.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said, sounding breathless, her knees growing weak.
“And why is that?” he asked. His grin grew wider. He already knew the answer.
The busty brunette giggled, a low, throaty sound and sauntered toward him. She placed her hand on his crotch and boldly ran her fingertips up and down the zipper on his jeans. He was already getting hard for her and she gave him a promising squeeze. He covered one of her breasts with his hand, palmed the nipple and then squeezed her fleshy globe hard enough to make her gasp. Bolts of electricity shot through her and the wetness oozed onto her thighs.
“Dear, God, I love it when you touch me,” she breathed.
“Yeah? How about when I kiss you,” he muttered, dropping his keys and a box he had been carrying on the nearest counter.
Before she could respond, he took her into his arms and pulled her so close that she could feel every inch of his body against hers. His mouth came down on hers, hard, demanding. There was no gentle teasing but his tongue thrust into her mouth doing battle with hers and winning. Suzie straddled one of his thighs and humped it steadily while moaning into his mouth.
“Or how about this?” he grunted.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he backed her up against a tiled wall and pushed her sweater and bra up out of the way with both hands. The cool air made her nipples even harder and he moved his dark head from one to the other, sucking on them hungrily. His tongue worked around each stiff bud, up over her breast and down in between, leaving a wet trail behind.
“Oh, God, Renny,” she breathed.
The time for talking was over. One of his hands moved down between her legs, cupping her mound. He chuckled when the wet silk covered his palm. Suzie was always ready for him. Pushing the thin fabric aside, he pushed two fingers up between her swollen lips and worked them in and out slowly."
“Oh, my God,” I gasped. I was trembling all over, squeezing my thighs together. The excerpt I had just read from this random book was an extension of what Nick had started with his touch.
I checked my watch. Maggie wouldn’t be in for another hour. I locked the door and hurried to the employee bathroom. Once there, I slipped my hands into my bra, tugging gently at my tingling nipples. They grew to stiff little peaks immediately. That b
rought another gasp from my parted lips and a glimpse at myself in the mirror showed me a woman totally lost in desire. My eyes were glazed with lust and I licked my lips, imagining Nick kissing me, hard. That brought yet another, louder groan from me and I unzipped my slacks and pushed them down my thighs. Standing there in the bathroom, I covered my mound with both hands and squeezed. The heat coming from my body was incredible and I probed between my swollen lips with my fingers. Is that what Nick would do? Yes, he would tease me with his fingers until I was begging for more and then he would use his tongue.
Too weak to stand any longer, I sat down on the toilet and pushed my pants and panties all the way down. The cool air against my overheated flesh sent tremors of excitement through me. I closed my eyes and eased two fingers between my wet, swollen lips. This time there was nothing in the way and they explored the sensitive area just inside of me, causing me to shudder through a mini-cum.
Closing my eyes, I imagined Nick kneeling in front of me, those dark eyes boring into mine while he pleasured me with his fingers. Then he would lean forward and lick my clit, his long tongue bringing soft moans of delight from me. I imagined running my fingers through his dark hair and holding his face tight against my pussy. I squirmed on the toilet, fingering myself as my fantasy continued.
When I could stand it no longer, he would push his fingers deep inside of me until his palm rubbed my clit. And then he would kiss me, letting me taste myself on his lips. As our kiss deepened and my climax mounted, I would reach for him.
“Oh, God, fuck me,” I whimpered so softly that no one could hear. I bucked against my hand, pumping my fingers in and out furiously. “I need to come, Nick.”
At that point, I imagined him moving to the floor and pulling me with him. We would both be shaking as he unzipped his pants and freed his huge cock. And then he would be inside of me, filling me to capacity and still just barely scratching my itch.
My fingers continued their busy work inside my pussy and I began pinching my clit with my free hand, picking up the rhythm immediately. With my eyes still closed, I pictured Nick between my legs, driving himself to the hilt with every savage thrust and then calling out my name as he exploded deep inside of me. At the same time my orgasm hit, taking my breath away and leaving me weak and shaking.
“God,” I whispered. I couldn’t remember when I’d had such an intense orgasm while masturbating. Hell, I could barely remember the last time I’d masturbated. Maybe my interaction with Nick, friendly or not was a good thing. At least it got my blood flowing…and my imagination working overtime.
When I dressed to return to the book store that evening, I scrapped my original plans to wear a long, floral skirt and chunky sweater to hide my figure. I opened my lingerie drawer for the first time in months and took out a pair of lacy black panties and a matching bra. Slipping them on, I admired myself in the mirror reminding myself that there was nothing wrong with curves. Curves could be dangerous, I thought to myself and then I winked at my reflection and said, “Especially where you’re concerned Mr. Nicholas Pearson.”
The red skirt I ended up wearing stopped just above my knees with a slit up one side, showing a good bit of thigh. It hugged my backside nicely and the silky blouse let me show just enough cleavage, tasteful and yet sexy at the same time. Black heels added about 3 inches to my height. Make-up consisted of some blush and mascara and a bit of lip gloss. And then I let my hair down and brushed the unruly curls with long, slow strokes. Yeah, I decided, I would wear it down but not because Nick wanted it; because I liked the way the dark curls framed my heart shaped face and cascaded down around my shoulders. I hardly recognized myself in the mirror when I was finished.
“Wow!” Maggie said when I stepped into the shop, balancing a vegetable tray in one hand and my purse in the other. “You look fantastic!”
“Thank you,” I said, blushing in spite of myself.
“Is there something I should know?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
“No,” I said with an uneasy laugh. “I just felt like dressing up. This is sort of a special occasion.”
“You mean Nick Pearson is a special occasion,” Maggie said, taking the tray from me. She placed it on a table which was located opposite the checkout counter and covered with a white cloth, napkins and paper plates. A coffee pot was already hard at work and soft drinks and cookies were artfully arranged; Maggie’s handiwork.
“Maggie, this is gorgeous,” I said, giving my friend and employee a hug.
“Don’t change the subject,” she scolded. “If Mr. Pearson looked at me the way he looks at you, I’d be dressing up every day.”
“You must see something that I don’t” I said, avoiding her knowing look.
Maggie is about 10 years older than me with a houseful of children and a husband. She’d often told me that working at the book store part time was really her only social outlet, her one chance not to be a mom. Yet, here she was taking charge, seemingly ready to be my relationship counselor.
The first flutters of nervousness set me into action and I made some unnecessary last minute adjustments to the refreshment table. Then I moved to where Nick’s books were displayed. Up until now, I had not really looked at it carefully. Searching for Jody featured his current series character, a handsome, rogue ex-FBI agent, helping a desperate woman search for her only child. The cover depicted a gorgeous couple gazing at each other with raw lust and yet the edges were softened to entice romance readers. Only a few had been left in the local author section. Maggie had arranged them front and center, some with the back cover facing out into the store picturing his handsome face smiling confidently at us. Two large boxes of the books were neatly tucked under the table where he would sign them. It looked like everything was ready.
The bell tinkled and we both turned to see Nick enter the shop. He, too, had dressed up for this special occasion. Wearing dark slacks and a sports jacket, he looked even more imposing than when I had seen him earlier that day. Still, his muscular physique was obvious. His dark hair curled over his shirt collar and I couldn’t be sure if he had shaved or not. The effect was breathtaking.
I looked away quickly and my face grew hot as I remembered my sexual fantasy that afternoon in which he starred. It seemed that whenever he was around I was blushing about something!
“The place looks fantastic, gals,” he said, putting an arm around both of us. And then he took my hand and kissed my fingertips. Bolts of electricity shot through me when our eyes met and those warm lips touched my skin. “And you, my darling, look absolutely ravishing.”
Maggie shot me a knowing look.
“Did you think about my little proposition?” he asked.
Before I could respond to that, the bell tinkled and several women entered the shop. I recognized them as the Purple Hat Book Club, a group of professional women who met once a week at a local restaurant to discuss books they had been reading and recommend new ones. They were all dressed in stylish suits and heels, their make-up and hair perfectly done. I’d attended one or two of their meetings but never felt like I fit in very well, despite the fact that I owned a book store. They snatched books off the table and headed straight for Nick, giggling like school girls.
Maggie and I forgotten, Nick turned toward his admiring fans. He turned on that slow, sexy drawl of his designed to make them swoon. More than once, I saw him brush a kiss across scarlet tipped fingers which only reminded me that the man was an incurable flirt; no one to be trusted with your heart.
“What proposition?” Maggie whispered. “Are you keeping secrets from me”
Another woman entered the shop. Karen Williams was the social columnist for the local newspaper. She nodded at me absently and then headed straight for Nick, elbowing her way through the crowd. The petite blonde had shown up at local Chamber of Commerce functions on his arm during the past year. They made a classically beautiful couple which turned heads everywhere they went. Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen them out together
recently and vaguely wondered if there might be trouble in paradise. With Nick’s reputation, it wouldn’t surprise me.
Still, Karen gazed up at Nick adoringly as she asked rapid fire questions and jotted notes for a story. He was giving her some pretty adoring looks as well and more than once I saw him whisper in her ear. Staying back out of the way, I let Nick work the room, watching the show from the sidelines.
“What proposition?” Maggie asked again.
“It’s nothing,” I assured her. “He asked if I’d narrate his new book.”
“And?”
“And I told him I’d think about it.”
“Think about it!” Maggie gasped. “Allie, narrating one of Nick’s books is the chance of a lifetime.”
The bell signaled that more customers had entered the store and soon the place was packed with customers, mostly women who could not take their eyes off of our guest of honor. He talked and laughed with them, completely in his element. More than once I saw him kiss someone’s fingers and look deeply into her eyes. I knew how that felt. It made you feel like you were the only woman in the room. However, Nick seemed to enjoy this tactic a little too much!
“Don’t think about it too long,” Maggie warned as we rang up sale after sale of Nick’s books as well as others. “You might not get asked a second time.”
The book signing was supposed to end at 8:30 but there were still people in line, again mostly women. I sent Maggie home, telling her we could get everything back in order the next morning. Right around 9:00 the line dwindled down to one or two customers who wanted to chat with Nick. One of them was another local author, not as successful or well known as Nick, who wanted to talk shop. Bone tired, eager to lock up and go home, I began turning off the lights toward the back of the store hoping this would send a subtle signal to the two men. And then, finally, I heard Nick promise to read one of his books and give him some feedback.
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