Free Her Five Favorite Words by Gina Gordon

Her Five Favorite
    Words by Gina Gordan
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    Calgary, Alberta
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    This is a work of fiction.
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    incidents are products of the
    author’s imagination or are
    used fictitiously and are not to
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    resemblance to actual events,
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    persons, living or dead, is
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    Her Five Favorite Words
    Copyright© 2010 Gina Gordan
    ISBN: 978-1-926771-36-6
    Cover Artist: Justyn Perry
    Editor: Piper Grey
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    For D.
    Becca knelt on the tiled bathroom
    floor and gazed at the impressive bulge
    level with her eyes. The background
    chatter seeping through the door almost
    drowned out the heavy click of metal as he
    locked them in, ensuring their privacy in
    the single washroom of the coffee shop.
    She leaned forward, taking in the
    musky scent contrasting with the smell of
    pine hanging in the air around them. His
    long fingers slid his zipper down,
    releasing his erection. He was long. He
    was pink. He was—
    “What can I get you?” The lady
    standing at the register tapped her fingers
    on the counter.
    Becca cleared her throat and shook
    away the remnant of her fantasy. Then she
    whispered her five favorite words,
    “Grande, vanilla, extra-hot latte.”
    Saying them had become a ritual.
    Or rather half of it. Every morning she
    started her day with a drink and a hot
    daydream about Mr. Sexy.
    The object of her obsession stood
    just a couple of people behind her in the
    line. His presence heightened Becca’s
    senses: The coffee smelled sweeter, the
    music sang louder, and the ache between
    her legs throbbed harder, exciting her to
    the brink of gasping.
    She stole a glance over her
    shoulder before she took back her credit
    card. He was wearing his lime green golf
    shirt. Not many men could pull it off but
    he could, with his cropped brown hair and
    his chocolate eyes.
    His lean frame towered over the
    others, making it easy for her to watch him
    while she waited for her latte. One simple
    glance had her visualizing his hard body
    lying on top of her and his strong hands
    creeping up her skirt, stroking her until she
    crippled over in orgasm.
    “Grande, vanilla, extra-hot latte!”
    The merry voice almost sang the last
    word.
    Becca secured a lid to her
    cardboard cup and stole one last look. Her
    legs weakened at the sight of his sly smile.
    Before she could melt into a puddle, she
    raced out the double doors into the cool
    office building’s lobby.
    As
    she
    strutted
    across
    the
    concourse, she tried to tamp down her
    sexual energy. She focused on the beat of
    her heels clicking against the granite
    squares. The fresh aroma of her coffee and
    milk pulled her back, sending her insides
    into another tizzy.
    Her shoe clicked one last time
    before she hit the carpet. She pushed the
    plastic button with the arrow pointing up
    to summon the elevator. With a hesitant
    breath, she surveyed the lobby from side
    to side. Surprisingly, she waited alone.
    She sipped down her latte and
    savored the sweet aftertaste, longing for
    another type of thick, creamy liquid to
    coat the back of her throat. She wanted to
    take a man into her mouth and suck, lick,
    and stroke until he rewarded her with his
    heat.
    Becca still held hope she’d get to
    use the stash of foil packets hidden in her
    purse. All she wanted was fast and
    satisfying sex. Was it so difficult for a girl
    to get laid?
    The elevator dinged. When she
    stepped into the car, she pulled in a deep,
    calming breath. She used her knuckle to
    select the forty-seventh floor then took
    position against the mirrored back wall.
    She held her cup tight and mindlessly
    watched the small television screen
    flashing the daily news.
    The silver