The Night Shift

Cobblestone Press LLC

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 5,000
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After a particularly stressful night at Charlie’s Pub, servers Anthony and Rebecca head to their favorite bar to unwind. The two have been working together for years. He has always had his eye on her, but she thinks their age difference is too great. Determined to change her mind, he leads her to the dance floor. Soon, the sexual tension between them is palpable, but she still has her doubts. Will she ever realize the mature side of him, or is he resigned to only seeing her in his dreams?

The Night Shift
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The Night Shift

Cobblestone Press LLC

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 5,000
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Anthony cheered inwardly when he checked the bulletin board for the day’s schedule. He had been listed to work the same shift as Rebecca, the twenty-six-year-old bombshell who had been working at Charlie’s Pub since she was a sophomore in college. Anthony had started at Charlie’s just out of high school, and Rebecca had been one of his first adult friends. She was engaging and quick, and working with her always turned this rather dull job into an entertaining one. It didn’t hurt that she was one of the hottest women he had ever laid eyes on in person, and he had developed quite a crush on her over the last few years.

They teased each other often at work, whether with inappropriate jokes or soft touches on the shoulder. Anthony had always wanted to make a move, but there never seemed to be a right time. Rebecca never seemed to be without a man, and she traveled whenever she could afford it, not to mention there was, to her, a significant age difference between them. He was four years her junior, a fact she liked to remind him often.

But lately, he had noticed her leaving her hand on his elbow a bit longer than usual, and she hadn’t had a boyfriend in months.

He was still staring at her name underneath his on the schedule when the back door opened and he was hit with a wave of fresh air. He turned.

Rebecca was in the doorway, bobbing her head and mouthing the words to the evidently upbeat song coming from her headphones.

He looked into her deep green eyes, feeling his cheeks redden.

She looked back with confusion. “Hey, Anthony. Why are you staring at me? Do I have something in my teeth? Does my hair look funny?” She started to move past him toward the bathroom, running her tongue over her teeth in an attempt to dislodge whatever was stuck.

As she passed, he grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

“What? What are you looking at me like that for?”

“Well, I… Becca—”

She looked at him expectantly.

“There’s nothing in your teeth. But there is something on your cheek. Here.” He reached out and pretended to sweep a piece of dirt off her face. Then he quickly averted his eyes and rushed into the dining room.

* * * * *

A few hours later, Anthony watched as Rebecca sashayed down the narrow aisle, her hips rolling underneath the simple black fabric of her skirt as she checked on her customers. The years after college had been kind to her hourglass figure, her curves jutting out of her clothing in all the right places so much that she could hardly avoid the table corners as she walked around. He swallowed with difficulty when she bent low over a table to pick up a discarded plate, exposing her backside and displaying her firm arms as she stretched to remove the dish.

He couldn’t help looking at her, and his mind flashed to one of his more persistent daydreams. He is whispering in her ear as he presses her against a table from behind. He clutches at her thighs and suddenly pulls her deep onto his hard cock. He wraps his hands in her luscious, auburn hair and pulls her head back, thrusting his cock into her again and again while his tongue paints a masterpiece on her neck. He listens to the heavy moans escaping her lips and watches her face contort with pleasure in the window’s reflection. Their breaths grow heavier and faster as they both approach orgasm—

“Tony. Anthony. Yo, lover boy!”

He abruptly returned to reality. He glanced at the clock and realized he had been standing motionless for more than a few moments, caught up in his fantasy.

This had not escaped Sean, Anthony’s boss.

Anthony waited quietly while he was berated. He stood with his hands held inconspicuously over his groin to conceal that not quite all of him had returned from dreamland. He stole a quick glance toward Rebecca, dismayed to find she was standing within earshot of the tongue-lashing he was receiving.

He quickly returned to clearing tables once his discipline had ended. As he collected stray silverware and stacked empty glasses, Rebecca sauntered over to the table.

“What’s got you all spaced out today?” she asked as he gathered the tablecloth. “You seem really distracted, like you’re thinking about something. Or someone. Are you thinking about someone? Ooh. Do you have a new girl? Do you have a new girl and you didn’t even tell me? Sheesh. And here I thought we were friends.”

He finally laughed. “No! Calm down. I don’t have a new girl. Jealous much?” He watched as she tried to arrange her face into a blank expression.

“Jealous? Hardly. I could have you if I wanted you. If I wanted to date a six-year-old and hold hands while we swing on the playground because you’re so—”

“Young. Yes, I am aware that I am younger than you. You’ll never let me forget it.”

She laughed and turned to get back to work, but he grabbed her elbow and held firmly until she turned back to him.

“But let’s be clear on something. I’m twenty-two, not six. And I’d have to decide I wanted you too before you got to have me.”

He dropped her arm and marched off without another word.

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