Page 30 of Peer & Coco

Chapter 11

The tray, heavy withpitchers of beer, wobbled and fell from Coco's hands. She grabbed the customer's arm near her and kept him from getting beer spilled all over him, taking the brunt of the mess herself.

"I am so sorry." She gazed up at the group around the table. "Let me get you another round, on the house."

A cheer went up. She looked around the room and connected her gaze with Heather, who pointed at the floor, then at the bar, hurrying in that direction. Knowing Heather would fill the drinks and bring them over, she kneeled and started picking up the bigger pieces of glass before anyone got hurt.

Hands slipped under her armpits from behind and lifted her to her feet. She pinched the shard and looked behind her, finding Peer.

"I've got it." He moved her out of the way and using his towel, swept the pieces into a pile.

Monica brought out the rolling bucket and mopped up the liquid. Embarrassed, she dropped the piece of glass she held into the towel and retreated to the breakroom where she dried off her bare legs.

Frustrated at herself, she scrubbed at the front of her shorts to dry them. She hadn't spilled any drinks or dropped any trays since a customer bumped into her months ago. Tonight's accident was all her fault.

She couldn't walk, talk, or concentrate on working when Peer was in the room. She could practically feel the heat rolling off him more than the fire in the middle of the bar.

He flustered her.

He excited her.

He captivated her, seeing that aroused side of him.

It wasn't only her who could see his sudden intentions toward her. Monica cornered her an hour into working and asked what was going on between them. Even Marcus, running security at the door, gave some flippant remark to Peer that she'd barely caught, but knew it had to do with Peer being a walking hard-on.

She threw the towel in the corner of the room and ran her hands down the front of her shirt. The short waist apron was soaked. She took it off and found a different one. Tying it behind her back, the door shut behind her.

"I'm hurrying." She pulled the apron string too far and started over.

Large hands encircled her wrists. She gasped, trying to move and got pulled back against a hard body.

"Take it off," said Peer against her ear.

Her eyes fluttered, threatening to close and a deep throb of excitement wet her sex. "What are you doing?"

"Doing what I should've done months ago." He sucked on her neck. "You're on break."

"Wh-what about you?" She panted, her stomach tightening.

His hands let go of her wrists, and he undid the button on her shorts, dropping them to her ankles. "Dinah's covering the bar. This time, nobody is going to stop us."

"Oh," she said, except it came out more like a moan.

She'd never had sex at work. Why would she?

Peer pressed against her back, leaning her forward. She grabbed the seat of the chair in front of her. His finger slid through her wetness. She squeezed her eyes at the beauty of it all. He had to know how excited he'd made her because his finger slid inside her pussy with ease.

"I'm taking you when I can get you. Not waiting any longer." He found her clit and circled the small nub.

Her legs shook. She clinched the seat in her hands, locking her elbows. Faced away from him, she had the freedom to just feel.

He slipped his thumb inside her without stopping the attention on her clit. She rocked back and forth, her lower stomach curling and tightening.

"Condom?" She trembled.

"Ja." His hand left her.

She bit off the whine, escaping her at the loss of him. What they were about to do was crazy.