The Enforcer (Men Who Thrill Book 1) by Kaye Blue

closing. Nothing about her revealed the fact that we had been so intimately connected so recently. It seemed that to her it had just been another day, and though this was exactly the outcome I’d hoped for, I was annoyed. Pissed off, really. My reaction was unfair, but I didn’t care. I knew our connection wasn’t one-sided, but if April had felt it, she sure as fuck wasn’t showing it.
    I alternated between feeling like a fool and being relieved. She was actually doing me a favor, her nonchalance saving me from having to pretend that I didn’t want her. But I was still pissed.
    “So you don’t like blackberry?” she said.
    I stared down at the untouched pie; I’d been so consumed in my own thoughts I’d completely forgotten it was there.
    “Look, April—” I started, but when I glanced up at her, and saw the joy–and desire–that had her brown eyes ablaze, I stopped abruptly.
    It was then that I noticed how close she stood, her breasts pressing against my shoulder as I sat. Without saying anything she leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek.
    “It’s nice to see you. I was worried I’d chased you away,” she said shyly.
    Never , I wanted to say, but instead I settled on, “I’ve been busy with a work thing.”
    The corners of her lips turned up in a way that told me she didn’t exactly believe my story. “That’s okay. I’m just glad you’re here now.”
    “April, can I clock out?” a man called from the back.
    “The new busboy,” she said at my questioning brow. “Would you mind staying while I finish closing up?”
    I shook my head, and she smiled her thanks.
    “Go ahead. See you tomorrow,” she called to the busboy.
    “Thanks. See you,” the man responded.
    “I took your advice,” she said a moment later.
    “Good,” I responded, though I was distracted by her softness against me, the gentle expression on her face, the hardness of my cock.
    “I’ll try to finish up soon,” she said.
    “Take your time,” I responded and began eating the pie.
    She laughed as she continued tidying the dining room and moving back and forth between it and the back.
    “Can I help?” I asked, realizing I was being rude, something that April might not like, and that, more importantly, at least to my cock, the faster she finished, the faster I’d be inside her if she let me, and how I prayed that she’d let me.
    “It’s okay. One last dish and I’m done.”
    With that she removed my plate and cup and then headed to the back, reemerging less than five minutes later.
    “You ready?” she asked once she’d turned off the lights and locked the door.
    “Yes,” I said and then we walked down the block toward her house.
    She brushed her hand against me, her fingers catching mine for a moment, the touch sending a shard of desire through me. I tried to look at her surreptitiously, but when I glanced over, my gaze met hers, and she flashed a sly, hot smile that managed to be both shy and full of promise. I returned the smile and then sped up slightly, earning a husky laugh from April.
    Though my gaze was still on her, I saw something out of the corner of my eye, and my heart began to pound. I turned quickly and zeroed in on a figure across the street, the few cars that sped down the road not at all obscuring the person. It was Shaughnessy, watching April and I with unmasked interest that trademark smirk on his face. Almost unconsciously, I reached for April, closing my hand around her much smaller one and removing the distance between us, letting my leg brush against hers.
    I kept my gaze trained on Shaughnessy until we passed him, the light moment between April and I zapped by his intrusion. I tried to shut Shaughnessy out of my mind, but I was undeniably affected. The ugliness of my world shouldn’t touch her; I wouldn’t let it, and having Shaughnessy, scourge that he was, anywhere near April was unacceptable.
    “Here we are,” she said, and I realized that we’d reached our destination.
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