Page 18 of Infinitely Mine
“Really?” I asked, amused.
“It happens more often than you think.” She stuck out her hand and shook mine when I took it. “Millie Stephens. This is my restaurant.”
Mammoth cleared his throat.
“Okay. This is half my restaurant,” she laughed. “I can tell about people. You’re gonna be a good fit, Rowen. What hours can you work?”
“I have to get my son to school, but I can start by eight if they let me drop him off a few minutes early.”
“That works for me. I already have a girl who opens, so I need you from about eight or nine until about three p.m. Monday through Friday.”
That was perfect, and I told her so.
“You can start next Monday.”
“I’ll be here,” I promised.
In my excitement, I forgot to ask Mammoth what he wanted. Later that afternoon, I picked up Jacob from school and made dinner, remembering he never told me at the diner.
I guess that gave me an excuse to text him tomorrow.
MAMMOTH KNOCKED ONmy door the following afternoon. Surprised to see him, I opened the door and let him in.
“Hey, I’m fixing lunch. You hungry?”
He smirked. “Always.”
The door shut behind him as he followed me into the kitchen.
“I’m making chicken breast nuggets, sweet potato fries, and a spinach salad. I could use your help with the honey mustard dressing.”
“Instruct me,” he replied in that husky tone that I found hard to resist. His big body moved with lethal grace as he approached, looking down at me from his towering height. I wished I could climb him like a tree because he looked like he had the softest beard that would tickle my inner thighs and large hands that would grip my hips while also providing the perfect amount of friction when we fucked.
Yes, fucked. Because I sure wanted to open my legs and invite him in. Let him take me rough and wild, deep, hard until my legsshook from the intense orgasm. A man like him, so virile and big, would rock my world. I’d be ruined for anyone else after him. I could feel it.
My face grew hot as my internal temperature rose with the dirty thoughts, pushing a blush into my cheeks.
“Gorgeous, you keep looking at me like that, and we won’t be having lunch,” he growled, moving in front of me to tilt my chin up. “I’m not imagining the attraction we feel.” His gaze penetrated mine, and I squeezed my legs together. “I would fuck you all day, Beautiful, and enjoy every minute. You’ll come so many times you’ll lose your voice from screaming my name.”
Jesus. That was hot and arrogant and so damn sexy.
“I won’t pressure you. That’s not how I do things. You want me; it’s up to you. Your terms. You come to me, and we’ll see if I can live up to my promise.”
He pushed off the counter, turned on the sink, and washed his hands.
It took me a minute before I could reply. “I’ll remember that, Mammoth.”
His head swung my way. “In the bedroom, you’ll leave out my road name. Just call me Waylen.”
“Why?” I asked curiously.
“Because I want to share a part of me with you that no one else gets to have, and I need to hear you say it when you fall apart in my arms.”
Oh. Wow.
He dried off his hands on a towel and returned to me, slowly gliding his fingers along my jaw. “I won’t hide the fact that I want you. I have since we met. You make me fucking hard.”
I had to look down and gasped when I saw the massive rod pressing against his zipper. Good. God. How long was he? Nine inches? Ten? And the girth. So freaking thick. “That’s impressive.” Shit.Real smooth, Rowen.