I Do Love to Tease...

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Proceed with Caution

​Whatever just happened, I want more of it.  At first, I wanted to slap him, for ravishing me like that in a broom closet.  But then, I let myself melt into him.  Never in my life have I been kissed like that before.  That wasn’t a kiss.  It was a full body ‘come-to-me-baby’ lip tease that extended from my mouth to my toes.  If that was a preview of what he’s like in bed…mercy.  Legs like jelly, lips swollen and throbbing…other things throbbing, too, my panties were soaked from ten seconds of Colton’s touch.  What came over him, I have no idea.  I just went in to get a stack of trays, and I left feeling like I’d been through a hurricane…hurricane sexy.
Then he apologized?  What the hell for?  And he said it wouldn’t happen again?  Good Lord…I hope it does.  Not in my wildest fantasies have I ever been ravaged so deliciously, begging for more.  Colton is my wet dream.  A dream I never knew I could have, or experience in the flesh.  Flesh…hot, sweaty flesh…man, I’m getting ahead of myself.  Okay, need a cold shower.  Or another five minutes with Colton.  Maybe it wouldn’t even take that long. 
Colton is one of those guys you dream about.  Gentle but hungry, sexy as hell but he doesn’t know it.  That man hasn’t got a conceited bone in his body.  Wait…bone.  Yeah, I could feel his girth on my belly.  Raw, ready, there’s no telling what might’ve happened if Dan hadn’t walked in and interrupted us. Doing it in a broom closet seems cheap, but no, this was, and would have been…closet ecstasy.  Worth the rumours and looks.
But then Dan comes in and ruins my only moment of lust since…ever.  Colton runs out of there like he’s trying to catch a purse snatcher.  I follow him out a few seconds later, after I adjust my shirt and catch my breath.  When I get closer to the front door, I see Colton forcing a guy against the wall.  This guy looks like he lives in a trailer park; he’s wearing a hat that says ‘Cheetah’, but it falls off the moment Colton takes him by the scruff of his shirt.  I can tell Colton has his knee pressed up against the guy’s balls, so he’s pinned and can’t move.  Colton’s shirt is strained with the flexing of his muscles.  It turns me on even further, making me feel kind of guilty for the response at such a time. 
“Tell me, you son of a bitch!” Colton seethes, pushing his body further into trailer park boy.
“I…I don’t know him, I swear!  He paid me a hundred bucks to ask!”
Bingo has opened the other side of the door, and is letting people in through there, while Colton grills this guy for information.
“Who?  What did he look like?” Colton’s nose is pressed up against his.  “Tall?  Dark hair?  What?  Tell me or I’ll shove my knees so far up your balls, you’ll have to go in after them!”
“Yeah,” Cheetah pants, wincing.  “He’s got dark hair.”
“What kind of car was he driving, asshole!”
“A sweet lookin’ Charger.  Who the hell’s Julia, anyway?”
“None of your fucking business.” Colton says, letting him go.  He takes off into the parking lot at lightning speed. 
“Ma’am, you need to stay inside.” Bingo says to me.
“What?  Why?”
“Colton’s orders.”
“Okay.”
Watching Colton run through the parking lot, Cheetah turns to me.  Winking, he licks his lips, like he’s about to take a bite out of a Porterhouse steak. He looks me up and down like I am one.  “You must be Julia.  He your boyfriend?  The guy who wanted to know if you was in here?”
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” I say, suddenly feeling the need to take a shower. 
“Oh, it’s you alright.”  Cheetah is pleased that he’s figured something out by himself.  
I remain silent, distracted by Colton’s absence.  He isn’t visible in the parking lot anymore.  Part of me is nervous that John and Colton, if John is, in fact, here, would get into a fight.  Colton could handle himself, but with John’s temper and jealousy, there is no telling what he might do. 
Liz walks up to me.  “Hey, what’s going on?  The tables in there are going nuts; this is the first chance I had to come check it out.”
“I’ll tell you later,” I mutter, not wishing Cheetah to hear our conversation.  He’s still leering at me, waiting for me to talk to him, as if I owe him. 
“Oh, this little chicky here has some score to settle with some guy out in the parking lot.  Paid me fifty bucks to ask if she was here.” Cheetah brags, lifting his fifty dollar bill.
Liz’s eyes widen at me.  “Shit, is he here?  Now?”
“I don’t know.  Colton went running out into the parking lot to find him.”
“Oh, he’s here alright.” Cheetah interrupts.  “He still owes me the other fifty.  I ain’t leaving until I get it.”
“Shut up, Cheetah.” Bingo says, growing tired of hearing him.  The incoming crowd on the other door has thinned.  “I’ll kick your ass.”
“You will not.  You’ll get fired.  It’s against the rules.”
This spurs Cheetah on.  “Ah-ha!  See, I’m right, aren’t I?”
“I won’t get fired if I kick your ass.” Liz states firmly.  “And don’t think I won’t, either.  I’ve got a thirteen year old boy who’d kiss your ass, too.”
Seconds later, a red Charger drives too slowly out of the parking lot.  The tinted window on the driver’s side slides down.  I see the chillingly calm look on my ex-fiance’s face.  He stops for a moment, glances at me, as if I should say something, and drives away grinning.
“What the hell did he want?” Liz says.
I don’t answer.  Cheetah tears off after him, screaming that he wants his money.
When Colton appears, he says five words that both thrill and terrify me at the same time.  “You’re staying with me tonight.”

 

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