Page 7 of Wicked Delivery
My mind raced a bit as a smirk appeared on his face, and he lifted the pizza bag in his hand.
“A wicked delivery for Lexi?” he asked as he glanced over at the receipt in his hand.
After I said nothing, he tipped his head to the side, still waiting for a response.
I snapped out of my trance and nodded. “Yes. I’m sorry. Here, come in and get out of this rain for a minute while I go grab your tip.”
I moved aside as he took two steps in, filling up my spacious entryway. I closed the door and flashed him a smile.
“Be right back.”
With that, I disappeared down the hall and went into my bedroom, where my purse was. I pulled out my wallet and took a couple of deep breaths as I grabbed some cash for the tip.
Get it together, Lexi. You must be feeling that wine a lot more than you thought if the pizza delivery guy looks that fuckable. Just give him a tip and get back to your night.
But right as I turned to leave the bedroom, I caught sight of myself in the floor-length mirror in my room, and I about died from embarrassment. My bottoms had a very noticeable wet spot between my thighs on them and I have never been more thankful to have a dim entryway in my life. I quickly stripped out of them, sliding on some panties first just to be safe before grabbing another identical set of my bottoms and slipping them on.
This is where buying multiple pairs of the clothing I love comes in handy. No one will ever know.
I collected myself and then walked back out to the entryway, and I’d be damned if he didn’t look even hotter in the lighting of my house. I kept certain areas dimmer for ambiance through my home. Plus, the super-bright lights were really harsh on my eyes.
“I’m sorry for the wait. Here you go. Hope you stay dry out there. It’s getting really nasty out.” I held out a twenty toward him.
He threw his hood off, and his jet-black hair curled down his neck. It was a nice style for his whole sexy-skeleton look.
He tipped his head to the side, and his hair flopped around the sides of his face as he studied me. He slowly reached out and grabbed the twenty, putting it into an interior pocket of his leather jacket.
“Thanks, baby,” he said with a smirk and a wink.
Cue my pussy overflowing, soaking my panties.
I didn’t quite know what to say as he opened the pizza bag and pulled out the box. The lovely smell of a large pizza—topped withranch, chicken, spinach, and bacon—filled the air, making my stomach growl. I blushed as I grabbed it from him.
“Well, thank you. Drive safe,” I said as I reached for the door.
Just as I twisted the knob, a loud crash sounded, and my power went out. I let out a startled yelp as I tripped over a pair of shoes by the door, but then a hand wrapped around my waist and grabbed the box from me.
Chapter 6
Kain
I could feel herheart pounding as her slender body tucked into mine. I wrapped my hand tighter around her waist as she steadied herself, and I set the pizza box down on a small table near the front door.
I leaned down and whispered against the side of her face, “It’s okay, baby girl. I’ve got you.”
She sucked in a shaky breath. “I-I’m so sorry about that, but thank you for catching me. I would have been seriously bummed out if I had fallen and dropped my pizza in front of you.” She placed a hand on top of mine around her waist.
Her fingers were soft and warm against my icy hand. I wanted to know what they’d feel like while wrapped around my cock. Maybe it wasn’t too late to find out. I could always try to get her number. Maybe she would say yes. She seemed to be really into my work uniform. I chuckled to myself.
“What’s so funny?” Her body twisted against mine as her face tipped up to look at me in the darkness.
I looked down at her. “Nothing, but maybe I should stick around for a few minutes until you get some light in here. Can’thave you tripping and falling with a pizza box taking you out. Wouldn’t be good for business.”
I could swear I saw the faint outline of a smile on her face even in this dim light.
“Oh, we wouldn’t want something bad for business to happen, would we?” she said in a sarcastic tone.
Oh shit. So, she was a feisty little freak in person too.