Page 76 of Pining for Pierce
“Man, you look good,” I whisper under my breath, my cock responding to the sight of her.
She smiles, shaking her head. “You’ve seen me dressed like this before… more times than I wanna think about.”
“I know… but now I know what’s underneath.”
She chuckles, coming over to the table, and I sit beside her, holding her hand, just like we did yesterday.
“Will you be able to meet me for lunch?” she asks, sounding doubtful.
“Of course. What time?”
“It varies, depending on how the appointments go, but I can text you?”
“Sure.”
“I usually just grab a sandwich and eat at my desk.”
“I’m sure we can manage something better than that.” She turns her head, smiling at me, and I smile back, both of us taking a bite of toast. “Have you got a busy day?” I ask.
“Mondays are always busy.”
“Okay, but don’t overdo it. If your leg or shoulder get too painful, just tell Doctor Dodds you need to come home. I’m sure he’ll understand.”
“He might, but I doubt Doctor Singleton will.”
“To hell with Doc Singleton. He’s been here since before I was born.”
“You’re his patient, aren’t you?” she says, like she’s trying to remember.
“Yeah, although I haven’t been to see him since I was a kid. Even then, he seemed behind the times. I keep meaning to switch to Doctor Dodds, just in case I need some twenty-first century medicine.”
She chuckles, finishing her toast, and gulping down her coffee. We’re running out of time, and I help her to her feet, watching as she rushes back to the bedroom, returning with heeled pumps on her feet. That doesn’t help with the overall effect, and my cock hardens still further.
“I was gonna offer to walk you to work,” I say, raising my eyebrows and then glancing down at my very obvious erection. “But I think the neighbors might have something to say.”
“I think they might.” She moves closer, her eyes fixed on mine as she drapes a hand over my shoulder, the other rubbing my hard-on.
“Oh… Harley,” I whisper, sucking in a breath. “I love your touch.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, babe.”
I grab her hand, pulling it up and resting it on my chest as I kiss her, hard. She moans into my mouth, but pulls back.
“I’m gonna be late. Can you come downstairs with me?”
“Of course.”
She steps away to grab her purse and I pull down my t-shirt, although it doesn’t do a great job of hiding my hard-on. Harley’sready now, and I take her hand, leading her down the stairs, and into the lobby, turning toward the door that opens into the store.
“Not that way,” she says, pulling me back. “People will see you.” She nods down, her eyes latching onto my erection. “I can go out the back.”
“You’re sure?”
“Absolutely. I don’t want anyone but me to see you like that. You’re mine, Pierce.”
“Entirely.”
