Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Mr. Liddell is efficient. He’ll be out in a few moments.”
I head to the back for a moment and then return.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Liddell. Nothing in that size in the back.”
“I’d a feeling that would be the case. But I found this piece in my size.” He holds up a tan herringbone blazer with dark-brown elbow patches. “A good second choice.”
“That’s a great style.” I gesture to the register. “Is there anything else, or would you like to ring it up?”
“Just this,” Mr. Liddell says, but then he casts his gaze over to the display of neckties. “Wait.”
He walks over and glances down, picking up the belt—my belt, made of brown leather with a crosshatch pattern—that Alissa whipped off my waist.
“This must have fallen off a display.” He examines the belt. “I’ve been in the market for a new brown belt. And I love this pattern. But no price tag. How much?”
I want to tell Mr. Liddell that the belt isn’t for sale, but then I’d have to come up with a reason for why it was on the floor by the ties.
“Tell you what. I’ll let you have it for another twenty if you check out right now.”
Mr. Liddell’s eyes light up. “You’ve got yourself a deal there, son.” He places my belt and the herringbone blazer on the counter.
Thank God. My cock needs to get back to Alissa stat.
I walk behind the register—Alissa scoots out of my way—and ring him up. “The total will come to a little over two hundred seventy after tax.”
“Tell you what,” Mr. Liddell says. “I might be able to cover that in cash today. I have a few hundreds burning a hole through my wallet.”
Fuck. A credit card would be faster.
Mr. Liddell slowly reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. It’s stuffed to the brim, and he’s leafing through the bills at a snail’s pace.
Alissa is caressing my ankle. Damn. Mr. Liddell hands me two hundreds and a fifty. “How much extra for tax?”
I ring him up. “Total is two seventy-two and five cents.”
His slides more bills out of his wallet as his eyes light up. “I might just have that nickel.”
Christ. The one time he decides to pay in cash is the time that Alissa is naked on the floor in front of me.
I fold the blazer and place it in a bag with the shop’s name emblazoned over the front. I open the cash register and put the cash in. “Are you a member of our rewards program?”
The words were out of my mouth before I even realized. I always ask that when I ring customers up. Mr. Liddell himself has always declined, saying he doesn’t have the time to fill out the form. Surely this time he’ll also—
“You know what?” He smiles. “I come here often enough, and I have the time. Why not?”
Fuck.
I reach under the counter and grab a form for the Hathaway Haberdashery rewards program.
“You don’t have to fill out the whole form, Mr. Liddell,” I say, handing him a pen. “All that really matters is email.”
Mr. Liddell purses his lips. “I’m a little old-fashioned. I’d rather receive your news through snail mail.”
Of fucking course he would.
He slowly writes his full mailing address on the form.
“Thank you,” I say when he’s finally done.
Mr. Liddle grabs his bag and turns toward the exit. “Enjoy the rest of your Sunday, Maddox.”
He leaves the store. I bolt behind him and lock the door, flicking on the “closed” sign.
Alissa demurely rises from behind the register.
I rush to her and grab her. “God, you look hot.”
She giggles. “I was fantasizing about giving you head while you were ringing him up.”
My groin tightens. “The counter’s not high enough.”
“I know. A shame, really.”
I kiss her again, hard and deep. God, I’m so hard, so ready.
I break the kiss. “Get on the fucking counter, Alissa.”
She walks over to the counter where Mr. Liddell’s jacket lay just a moment ago and hoists herself up. She sprawls across it, spreading her legs.
I inhale.
“God, I can smell you. How wet you are.”
I kneel between her legs, inhale again, and then nip at her labia before diving in with my tongue. I’d gladly eat her forever, but in another minute, she’s convulsing on the counter.
“Maddox!”
“God, I love to make you come, Alissa,” I growl against her soft flesh. “You’re going to keep coming. You’re going to come until you’re a fucking puddle on the counter.”
I run my fingers up her body, swatting her own hands off her nipples and pinching them myself, while I continue licking between her legs. Within a few more moments, she’s thrashing on the counter again, like a fish out of water, crying out.
That’s two so far.
She needs a third.
I pull another out of her.
Another.
Until she’s grabbing at my hair, pulling it. “Can’t. Need you. Need you now.”