Cocky Notes - Leesa Bow Page 0,10

indicates how close he’s brought me to climax. My pants are wet, his fingers wet, my breasts and mouth wet. It’s been way too long between drinks. And I come so fast it’s embarrassing.

“Macy,” he whispers. “Let go.” Those long, strong fingers find my spot.

I cry out with an even bigger release, knees buckling. His muscled arms take my weight. Colours shatter like fireworks in my mind, and within a few breaths of coming to, realisation sets in.

My breath stills at the way his eyes hold me prisoner as though he’s uncovered my greatest secret. The guy who I serve coffee, and we’ve barely exchanged words, has given me the fastest orgasm in history. The best tip in all my years waitressing—but it’s Reef. My gut had tightened in warning the first time he walked into the restaurant, and tonight I chose to ignore the red light. I have to reciprocate, so there’s no debt when I leave, and I can’t think about the awkwardness when he next comes into Lombardi’s.

I slide until his arms release me, and I’m on my knees facing a solid bulge in his jeans. My fingers work his button and fly. His cock juts, thick and long. Taking his erection in my hands, I stroke the length. One lick. Two. The tip. A drop of cum kickstarts a reaction. It’s like riding a bike, and my confidence sours like I’m cycling in the Tour de France. Mouth over cock, I slide my lips along the length of him, my tongue working in partnership with my lips. His moans goad me to quicker action.

Reef’s hands are in my hair. His hips thrust against my face. “Christ,” he moans.

I move in a faster rhythm, one hand cups his balls, the other on the base of his cock squeezing in sync with my action.

He comes in my mouth. Loud enough for any neighbouring apartments to hear.

Slowly, I release his cock and wrap my arms around his thighs to offer the same support. He slides down and takes me in his arms as we both fall to the cool tiles. One arm under my neck, the other wide, he lies like a cactus staring up to the ceiling. Clothes twisted around limbs, I ignore the urge to reach and adjust my pants. Without looking at me, his hand under my neck reaches and tickles my breast like a plaything.

My weapon.

His finger touches my nipple again, a caress that hits me right in the libido. I can’t walk away in sixty minutes. I want all goddamn night with him.

“That was incredible,” I murmur.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

I turn my head slightly.

He’s smiling while staring at the ceiling and fondling my boob.

“It’s the only one you’ll get from me.”

He chuckles, and I love the sound coming from him.

“After a few notes, you’re calling me incredible. Imagine the compliments after poetry.”

I swallow hard. We’re getting along fine, and I’m no longer feeling awkward. He’s talking about the next time, which I didn’t expect. And he’s progressed from notes to poetry.

I can’t deal because it’s supposed to be a hook-up.

One night to help me forget.

I push up and adjust my clothing.

“What are you doing?” he leans up on his elbow. “We’re just getting started?”

“I need to shift my car.”

“Why didn’t you say something? I’ll have William bring your car underneath.”

“The valet guy? Don’t bother. Can I get down without the use of your security card?”

“Yeah, to the ground floor. Not the basement.” He’s frowning, and I can’t look at him.

No regret.

“I’ll buzz you when I’m ready.”

“Wait. I’ll come with you.”

You just did. I offer him a smile before looking for my keys. “All good. I know how it goes.”

Before I reach the ground level, I send an Instagram message.

This was a mistake.

I want to run so damn fast. I reach my car and check my phone.

Typing back…

In a gutless act, I delete my profile. This guy is already under my skin, and I can’t afford for it to go further and mess with my head. After only an hour with him, I know I’m doomed.

“Cazzo, Macy.” Oliver steps away from me in the kitchen and waves his hand in front of his face. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Sorry. I thought you were talking behind my back?” I giggle. “It slipped out.” I move away from the spot where I just let one slip.

“Talking behind your back? What are you talking about?” He coughs and waves his hands like he’s in a smoke cloud.

“You