Foolproof (Drexler University, #2)

“Those range from fifty dollars to—” She stuttered as I unzipped her pants, pushing my finger through the opening and gliding over her panties. Her cheeks caved in as she sucked in a breath. “—one hundred.” She looked down and mouthed what are you doing?

She gripped my shoulder and said, “Have a great day, sir. And I hope you think of Office Jax for all your office supply needs.” After she hung up, she slumped against the register.





Chapter Seventeen


Jules


“Get up! We’re going to get caught.”

He stood up and said, “No one’s in the store.” He brushed his thumb along the lining of my panties, raising his brow. “You don’t want this?”

Yes. More than Oreos and Ryan Gosling combined. But not when “Relax” by Frankie Goes to Hollywood streamed through the sound system and potential customers were coming into the store. “I—” His thumb skimmed over my center and my legs buckled as I fought to keep upright by grabbing onto the counter. “Maybe. What about the cameras?”

“Dad doesn’t check them. And maybe doesn’t sound very convincing.” His breath caressed my arm like warm velvet.

I regained enough composure to shoot back a response. I scanned the store, no one in sight. Jack had just gone out to lunch. Screw it. I liked this new brazen side of myself that Ryan teased out. It might be the rush of endorphins talking, but I wanted his fingers inside me, and it made it twice as hot since this was so not a kosher thing to do at work. “Guess I’ll need more convincing.”

His finger disappeared underneath the fabric and entered me. I pitched forward and muffled my moan in my arm.

“You’re so fucking hot like this. Imagine if I replaced my fingers with my cock.”

Ryan swirled his thumb around my center, and my vision wavered. How the hell was I supposed to stay upright when his finger pushed me to the brink of insanity?

Leaning my back against the register, Ryan stood and thrust his finger deeper into me, and I let out a moan. He slid his finger out, rubbing me over my panties, my muscles tensing as I climbed higher to my release. The mix of the lace and his fingers gliding over my spot sent stars crashing against my closed eyes. I squirmed beneath his hand, my breath coming out in jagged huffs. My body arched into his palm, molding to his touch. Our gazes met, his baby blues boring into me, the intensity sending a shudder rippling through me. The way he focused solely on giving me pleasure, pushing me to the edge, had all my senses on high alert, feeling every movement from his soft breath fanning over my cheek to the firm hand that gripped my side. No guy I’d been with had ever been into foreplay, just used it to get to what they wanted—sex.

“Oh my God.” My legs shook violently, and I fought to stay standing as he flicked over my clit, almost sending me over the edge.

“Shit.” Ryan pulled away quickly and whispered, “Zip up your pants.”

The hell? My shaky fingers pulled the zipper closed, and I took a deep breath as Jack walked into the store, a fast food bag clutched in his hand.

Shit, shit, shit. My cheeks fried as I quickly composed myself. Angry jolts of pain zapped through my center from being robbed of a release. I squeezed my legs together and fiddled with straightening membership card pamphlets on the counter. Act normal. He doesn’t know his son just fingered me. Those long, delicious fingers—

“How’s it going up here?”

“Uneventful,” Ryan said, nonchalantly, like he hadn’t just been inside me seconds ago.

Jack looked from Ryan to me, his eyebrows furrowed. “You two look like you’re up to no good.”

I let out an awkward old-man-wheeze laugh and both DeShanes looked at me like I was certifiable.

Ryan coolly said, “As always,” and continued sorting price tags.

“Keep up the good work, guys. And Jules, keep Ryan in line.”

I coughed into my hand and couldn’t look him in the eye when I said, “Yes, sir.”

He smiled and walked back to his office. As he shut the door, I let out a sigh, my nerves buzzing like I’d taken ten doses of Adderall. Ryan was my own personal drug.

Goose bumps prickled across my skin. Holy crap, if Jack had walked into the store any sooner, Ryan and I would both be on the chopping block. How could I let it go so far at work? Every time I was around him, my mind turned to mush. Another area in my life that a college education sorely lacked in giving tips and pointers. My hormones were all out of whack after Ryan almost brought me to O-town. This job kept me in Spring Hill, and I needed to remind myself of that if something like this ever happened again. Which it wouldn’t. At least not at work.





Chapter Eighteen


Ryan


I couldn’t stop this game we’d started. The way she chewed on her bottom lip as she tightened around my finger was the official hook, line, and sinker. I’d do anything to see that look again. Hooking up at the store was a no-go, but we needed to finish what we’d started. ASAP.

Even though I didn’t need the magazine anymore, I still consulted it over my break to see what they’d suggest for their fourth step.

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