t-shirt back on
over his head, and sleepy desire stirred within her.
"Where are you going?" she croaked, her voice husky with sleep.
"Home to my place, sugar." His hand smoothed over her tousled hair and he
kissed the top of her head. "You were wonderful. I'll call you tonight."
She watched him walk from the room, an unusual type of satisfaction settling
in her chest as she hugged the pillow, and closed her eyes. She didn't want
to think right then, she felt too damn good.
A sigh escaped as she sank back into sleep. He'd said she was wonderful.
* * *
T hree hours later, her body heavy with satisfaction, Lara rolled from
bed and stumbled into the shower. Not only was there a pleasant tenderness
between her thighs as a reminder of the night's activities, but it was also
Friday. The perfect way to start the weekend.
76
Sasha White
The steam built up quick in her little bathroom, and she closed her eyes and
washed her hair. She loved to have her hair touched and played with, it was
the reason she let it grow long, and Karl had known to pull just hard enough
to make her melt.
He obviously knew a lot about what made a woman melt. There was no
denying he'd been in charge last night, yet not once had she felt dominated.
She'd loved every minute of it. When she skimmed the towel over her body to
dry off, her nipples peaked and a shiver danced down her spine. She
imagined getting him completely naked and licking him all over.
Lord, the man had a body worth drooling over. And a glorious cock! But she'd
been so overwhelmed by sensation that she hadn't even minded that he
never took off his pants. Oh yeah, Karl was magic. His voice, his
touch…yeah, she definitely needed more of that.
A few minutes later, as she was buttoning her jeans, there were footsteps
over her head and she heard the boys arguing—and she knew what was
coming. Grabbing her bag and her keys, she rushed for the door and
managed to avoid Graham's morning after interrogation. Which was really a
good thing because she wasn't sure she could avoid sharing the dirty details
of the night with them.
Fifteen minutes later, she strolled into the warehouse to pick up her drop
sheet for the day and her truck. Maura, the commander behind the counter,
raised a penciled-in brow. "You're early. And what's with the perma-grin?
You get lucky last night?"
"Did I ever."
Maura's chuckle turned into a coughing fit. "I haven't seen a smile like that in way too long. Who's the stud?" she asked in her raspy smoker's voice. "Does he like older women?"
77
Sasha White
"I have no idea," Lara answered with a grin. "But he likes this woman, and that's all I need to know!"
The women laughed and Lara got her stuff together and headed out.
By lunchtime she was having a hard time maintaining her happy place.
Because of that, she chose to get another few deliveries in between twelve
and one when most people had lunch, so she could book off shift an hour
early.
Traffic sucked and people were grouchy at the drop offs, blaming her for
being late. The worst came when she had to drop off some parts at the
dreaded garage on Hastings Street. Not that Hastings was all that bad, but
the two brothers who owned the garage made her skin crawl.
"Oh, look at who came when I called?" The younger brother, Larry, had said
when she'd arrived.
"It's the only way women ever come for you, we have to pay them." This from the older brother, Robert.
He spoke with a smile, but it was a mean, malicious smile that never reached
his eyes. Not many men bothered Lara, but Robert did. The way he looked at
her made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and her fists clench. It
was the same reaction she used to get when her father's drunken friends
would leer at her before she'd run away from home.
She held out the invoice. "Just sign here, please," she said, keeping her tone neutral.
"Oh, baby girl, you say please so pretty," Larry said in a
over his head, and sleepy desire stirred within her.
"Where are you going?" she croaked, her voice husky with sleep.
"Home to my place, sugar." His hand smoothed over her tousled hair and he
kissed the top of her head. "You were wonderful. I'll call you tonight."
She watched him walk from the room, an unusual type of satisfaction settling
in her chest as she hugged the pillow, and closed her eyes. She didn't want
to think right then, she felt too damn good.
A sigh escaped as she sank back into sleep. He'd said she was wonderful.
* * *
T hree hours later, her body heavy with satisfaction, Lara rolled from
bed and stumbled into the shower. Not only was there a pleasant tenderness
between her thighs as a reminder of the night's activities, but it was also
Friday. The perfect way to start the weekend.
76
Sasha White
The steam built up quick in her little bathroom, and she closed her eyes and
washed her hair. She loved to have her hair touched and played with, it was
the reason she let it grow long, and Karl had known to pull just hard enough
to make her melt.
He obviously knew a lot about what made a woman melt. There was no
denying he'd been in charge last night, yet not once had she felt dominated.
She'd loved every minute of it. When she skimmed the towel over her body to
dry off, her nipples peaked and a shiver danced down her spine. She
imagined getting him completely naked and licking him all over.
Lord, the man had a body worth drooling over. And a glorious cock! But she'd
been so overwhelmed by sensation that she hadn't even minded that he
never took off his pants. Oh yeah, Karl was magic. His voice, his
touch…yeah, she definitely needed more of that.
A few minutes later, as she was buttoning her jeans, there were footsteps
over her head and she heard the boys arguing—and she knew what was
coming. Grabbing her bag and her keys, she rushed for the door and
managed to avoid Graham's morning after interrogation. Which was really a
good thing because she wasn't sure she could avoid sharing the dirty details
of the night with them.
Fifteen minutes later, she strolled into the warehouse to pick up her drop
sheet for the day and her truck. Maura, the commander behind the counter,
raised a penciled-in brow. "You're early. And what's with the perma-grin?
You get lucky last night?"
"Did I ever."
Maura's chuckle turned into a coughing fit. "I haven't seen a smile like that in way too long. Who's the stud?" she asked in her raspy smoker's voice. "Does he like older women?"
77
Sasha White
"I have no idea," Lara answered with a grin. "But he likes this woman, and that's all I need to know!"
The women laughed and Lara got her stuff together and headed out.
By lunchtime she was having a hard time maintaining her happy place.
Because of that, she chose to get another few deliveries in between twelve
and one when most people had lunch, so she could book off shift an hour
early.
Traffic sucked and people were grouchy at the drop offs, blaming her for
being late. The worst came when she had to drop off some parts at the
dreaded garage on Hastings Street. Not that Hastings was all that bad, but
the two brothers who owned the garage made her skin crawl.
"Oh, look at who came when I called?" The younger brother, Larry, had said
when she'd arrived.
"It's the only way women ever come for you, we have to pay them." This from the older brother, Robert.
He spoke with a smile, but it was a mean, malicious smile that never reached
his eyes. Not many men bothered Lara, but Robert did. The way he looked at
her made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and her fists clench. It
was the same reaction she used to get when her father's drunken friends
would leer at her before she'd run away from home.
She held out the invoice. "Just sign here, please," she said, keeping her tone neutral.
"Oh, baby girl, you say please so pretty," Larry said in a
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