Fangs But No Fangs
“"I have to go to Super Biggie Bargain Mart." She frowned, trying to imagine Christian shopping at the discount retail chain.
"What do you need there?" She'd be willing to bet he wouldn't even buy his underwear there. If he wore underwear. She glanced at his lap. "I thought we were just getting condoms." "I also need some food… and other things," he said, sounding rather evasive.
Food and other things? And here she was only thinking about tasting him— and other things. Disappointment tugged at her insides. At work, she could have sworn they were both desperate to get each other alone. Both of them had found excuses to touch one another, a brush of arms as they made drinks. A hand on a back as they passed. Twice he'd even pinned her against the shelves along the back of the bar as he reached over her for a bottle of liquor. Liquors she didn't even think he actually used.
And now he wanted to shop.
She made a frustrated sound low in her throat.
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