They worked together in the same bar. She was a waitress, and he the bartender. From the gossip and general talk, he knew she was taking night classes to finish up her degree in English Lit, or something like that.

He didn’t really care. Most of the time he saw her, her nose was always stuck in a book. She had a pencil constantly pushed into her hair or behind her ear.

Every single part of her always seemed so put together, and he had only seen her get dirty and messed up when he started to play. Damn it did he love to play with her. Her body was always so fucking responsive that she made him constantly ache for more. No matter how many times he fucked her, he wanted her again.

She’d always leave, or he’d walk out of her place, and neither of them would try to fight it. At first, he didn’t even care when she left after he’d dispensed with the condom. When they were at work together, no one was any the wiser.

Now though, he was a little pissed, and he wanted to fuck her into oblivion just so he had at least once to feel her in his arms.

“I hate it when you tell me to shut up. It annoys me.”

He pressed his hand between her thighs, and she cried out. Those were the kinds of sounds he relished her making, and he fucking loved it. Unbuttoning her jeans, he slid his hand inside, and found what he enjoyed about her. Every time he touched her, she was wet and always desperate for his touch. He’d never had a woman so responsive to him.

Whenever he was around her, he was always hard as rock. The nights at work were now torture as he knew what her body felt like pressed against him, how her ass nestled against his cock as he rode her pussy, the tight feel of her cunt wrapped around him.

In recent weeks, however, he didn’t like the overriding, possessive need to hurt every single man that thought that they could touch her. Julia didn’t belong to anyone else but him. Her moans had been of his name, no one else’s.

She never gave any of the men she served the time of day, and there had been a few occasions she’d stopped someone from touching her by grabbing their wrist. There was nothing worse than wanting to smash a bottle in someone’s face for that.

Reese had never considered hurting anyone before for touching his woman. He’d never owned a possessive cell in his body, and yet with Julia, watching her talk to men made him jealous. Especially the men that made her laugh. He rarely made her laugh.

In fact, he spent more time making her angry with his wise-ass comments.

“Shut up and I’ll lick your pussy so good,” he said, nibbling on her neck. With her pressed up against the wall, and his body crowding her, she couldn’t get away, and that was exactly how he liked it. “You’re so fuckable, baby. You want my dick inside you?”

“Yes.”

“Beg me for it.”