Chapter Ten
Bobbi Jo
With my body pressed against the wall, his mouth on my cunt, and my hands fisted in his thick hair, I moaned as he pulled his mouth away from me again. “No, Cash. Don’t stop. I was almost there.”
“Oh, were you? I didn’t know,” he said as he kissed a trail inside my thigh.
The smell of bleach water from the mop bucket made my nostrils burn. “I think it’s time to go. We’ve been closed for over an hour. People are going to start thinking we’re doing more than cleaning in here.”
“So.” Cash didn’t seem to care what people thought. He moved up my body, then pressed his lips to mine before pulling back. “So, are you ready?”
I’d never planned on going home with him. “Can’t you just do me here? Then we can go our separate ways, and no one has to know what we’re doing.”
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