Friday, 28 February 2014
Flash Fiction Friday: Mixing business with pleasure
Mixing business with pleasure
As the last person left I followed them over to the door and flicked the sign from open to closed, while she bent over the counter placing the dirty crockery on the work top.
Moving back across the diner I stood just behind her and looked down at her perfect ass. As she turned around I scooped her up and sat her on the counter. Pulling her close I lowered my head and nibbled lightly on her neck, as she threw her head back and gasped.
“We can't,” she moaned.
“We can,” I replied, smiling. “Especially as we now own the place.”