Free Miss Firecracker by Lorelei James Page B

now, ’cause I’ll be doin’ it in another hour when the bar closes anyway.”
    Willow offered, “No, I think it’s my turn. I’ll do it if you’ll keep an eye on my section.”
    “Deal.”
    Blake took a sip of Coke and waited a full minute before he followed Willow into the storeroom.
    She was standing on the bottom ring of the metal shelving unit, trying to reach the package of napkins. She jumped when the door clicked behind him.
    He didn’t move toward her. He purposely rested against the door because he didn’t trust himself not to bend her over the stack of boxes and fuck her until she screamed.
    Her fingers curled around the metal shelf. “Blake.”
    “Willow.”
    Pause.
    “Now that we’ve established our names—”
    She launched herself at him. Her hands in his hair, her mouth hungry on his, her body plastering his to the door.
    God. Yes. This is what he’d wanted. What he’d needed. To know she craved him as much as he did her.
    Willow kissed a path to his ear. “Tell me you had another Boy Scout moment and stashed a condom in your pocket. Please.”
    “Dammit. No. We used the one I brought to your place and the rest are upstairs.”
    “No matter.” Her hands attacked his belt buckle. She had him unbuckled, unzipped, and was on her knees tugging his jeans and briefs down before he realized her intentions.
    For a split-second, Blake thought about saying she didn’t have to do this. That he could wait to get off until they were together upstairs after the bar closed.
    But the thought was fleeting at best.
    Blake looked down at her. So eager and sexy and… Holy shit she just swallowed as much of him as she could.
    It felt so damn fine he could only groan.
    Willow’s hot mouth and flickering tongue worked him from shaft to balls. No breaks, just constant attention, constant friction. Constant heaven.
    The echo of their combined heavy breathing and her sucking sounds kicked him closer to the edge.
    Hold off.
    No. Be greedy. Been an eternity since you’ve been blown to heaven and back.
    He clenched his hands into fists at his sides, fighting the urge to grab her head and shove his cock deep into her throat.
    She pulled off long enough to say, “Don’t hold back. I’m not as fragile as you think.”
    That was all the encouragement Blake needed. He threaded his hands though her hair and held her right where he wanted her. Pumping his hips into that suctioning heat.
    Willow didn’t balk at his rougher handling.
    A humming noise reverberated up his cock, sending goose bumps up his thighs, which started that prickling sensation in his balls. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from Willow’s face, the splash of color in her cheeks, the perspiration dotting her forehead or the look of concentration that bordered on ecstasy.
    She jacked his shaft at the base and focused on suckling the head.
    When their eyes met, it was over.
    Blake said, “I’m done,” as a warning in case she wasn’t the swallowing type.
    But she was. Her tongue curled around the head of his cock and she sucked in time to each hot spurt. Her constant rhythm prolonged the pulses until he about jumped out of his skin.
    He sagged against the door, blinding white spots dancing behind his closed lids. Blood rushed to his head, throbbing in his brain like an echo of his climax.
    The pop hiss of a can brought him out of his sexual trance. He opened his eyes.
    Willow sipped from a can of ginger ale. “Want some? I’ll warn ya. It’s warm.”
    “Come here.” Blake hauled her upright and smashed his mouth to hers. Sweet soda mixed with the taste of his come and Willow. A potent combination. He kept kissing her until she squeaked a protest.
    “Blake.”
    “What?”
    “You’re the bartender. People won’t miss me but they’ll be looking for you.”
    “They’ll be fine for another minute or two.”
    “It’s been ten minutes. You need to fasten your pants and get back out there.”
    He smoothed a piece of her damp hair behind her