Page 42 of Everything I Crave
I push him back into his pillows, and straddle his lap. I slide down over his tip, teasing him. His eyes flutter closed, releasing a moan. I lean down. “Don’t come until I tell you.”
His eyes snap open, and I laugh, grinning wide as I use his words against him.
He grips my waist and moves me up and down, slamming me down each time. The friction of each movement is pushing me closer to the edge. He splays his hand across my lower back, still setting the pace a bit slower. His other hand moves to my front, running his thumb over my clit at the same time.
“Come, darling,” he demands. My traitorous body obeys, and he gives me his release at the same time.
I collapse on top of him, reveling in the glow of the best sex I’ve ever had. Movement rolls me gently into his side before he slides off the bed. He comes back with a warm cloth and cleans me upbefore disappearing into the bathroom to do the same.
When he comes back I’m almost asleep. I wiggle my body back into his side when he lays on the bed and covers us with a blanket.
“Sleep.” He kisses my forehead, and as much as I want to fight him, I can’t. Sleep takes me as he strokes circles on my bare back with his thumb.
The high of last night wears off as soon as I walk into work tonight, of course I’m working the patio with Madeline. I still don’t know if she’s going to be more pissed off than she usually is with me, or try to rub it in my face how much money she made last night. Both will annoy me if I’m being honest.
Not that I would trade last night with Gunnar for any amount of money, I just hate when she acts like she’s better than any of us.
My shift is on the patio tonight so I head there after grabbing my apron. Bennett is already behind the bar. I wave to him as I tie my apron around my waist.
“My girl, aren’t you just glowing?” he laughs from behind the bar as I head out to the door to the patio.
“Shut up, Bennett,” I yell back inside.
“Can’t blame you, little red! I’d be glowing too if I got to spend the night with the boss,” he shouts back as the doors close.
I’m thankful for the hour of set-up by myself before Madeline comes in. I need to prepare myself for the night with her. Placing the final place setting, I finish getting the patio tables set up just how I like them when Gunnar comes out. His eyes searching for me.
He pulls me backwards into his chest, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzling into my neck, dotting it with kisses.
“You’re in a good mood.” I turn in his arms.
“Just wanted to get that in before all the staff comes for tonight.” He slaps my ass. “Now get back to work.”
I squeal as he lets me go and heads back inside, a wide grin on my face.
Unfortunately, my grin doesn’t last long as Madeline strides through the doors at the same time as Gunnar. She plasters the biggest, fakest, smile on her face for him before turning her scowl onto me.
Great.She’s definitely pissed she had to be alone last night.
“Hello, Willow.” She would spit on me right now if she could.
She immediately starts moving tables around from how I’ve set them up to how she likes them. Something we have repeatedly had words about, but I decide to leave it tonight. She’s already pissed off and probably just looking for a reason to annoy me.
“Hi, Madeline! Are you ready for tonight? We have a great new cover band coming in, so I think it’ll be packed.” I make sure I’m extra cheery and bubbly when I talk to her.
“No more than it was last night when I had to do everything by myself.” She turns away from me and mutters under her breath, “Must be nice to be fucking the boss so you can have off whenever you want.”
I pretend I don't hear her to give her the benefit of the doubt. “I’m sorry, what was that?”
“Nothing.” She turns and gives me a tight smile. She’s not dumb enough to say that directly to my face.
“Great. I’m going to grab the extra silverware and plates to stack our station out here.” I spin on my heel and head inside to the bar.
I let out an exaggerated sigh as I walk behind the bar to grab supplies for the patio.
“She is not happy she had to work without Gunnar last night,” Bennett says as I approach the inside of the bar.
“What do you mean? She never works with Gunnar. She’s always outside with me.” I give him a questioning look as I bend down and fill my bin with napkins, silverware, and small plates.