Chapter 1: Late Night Delivery
The clock ticked past midnight, and I was sprawled on my leather couch, the dim glow of the TV casting shadows across my loft. I’d ordered a pizza out of sheer boredom, but when the doorbell buzzed, I wasn’t expecting the kind of hunger that hit me. I opened the door to find her—Lila, according to the name tag pinned just above a curve I couldn’t ignore. She was all fire, with dark hair spilling out from under her cap, a smirk that could kill, and a body that screamed confidence in her tight delivery uniform.
‘Late night munchies, huh?’ she quipped, holding the pizza box like a challenge. Her voice had a bite, sharp and playful, and her eyes scanned me head to toe, lingering just long enough to make my pulse kick.
‘Something like that,’ I shot back, leaning against the doorframe, letting my gaze match hers. ‘You always this sassy with customers, or am I just lucky?’
She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a jolt straight through me. ‘Only the ones who look like they can handle it. You gonna tip me, or just stand there eye-fucking me all night?’
I grinned, stepping closer, the air between us crackling. ‘Oh, I’ve got a tip for you, Lila. But it’s not the kind you’re used to.’
Her smirk didn’t falter, but her eyes darkened, a spark of intrigue flashing as she shifted her weight, popping a hip. ‘Big talk for a guy who’s still holding an empty wallet. You gonna invite me in, or do I have to make the first move?’
I didn’t hesitate, swinging the door wide. ‘Get in here before I change my mind about sharing this pizza.’
She sauntered past me, her ass swaying with every step, the tight fabric of her pants leaving nothing to the imagination. She dropped the box on the counter and turned, crossing her arms under her chest, pushing those perfect tits up just enough to make my mouth water. ‘So, what’s your deal?’ she asked, her tone dripping with curiosity. ‘You don’t strike me as the lonely pizza-ordering type.’
‘I’m not,’ I said, closing the distance between us, my voice low. ‘But I am the type who knows what he wants. And right now, I want to taste more than just pepperoni.’
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t back down, her gaze locked on mine. ‘You’re bold, I’ll give you that. But I’m not some shy little thing who melts at a smooth line. You want a piece of me? You’re gonna have to work for it.’
‘Oh, I plan to,’ I growled, my hands itching to grab her. I could see the heat in her eyes, the way her chest rose and fell a little faster. She was as turned on as I was, and fuck, I was already hard just thinking about peeling that uniform off her. I stepped closer, my fingers brushing the edge of her cap as I tipped it off, letting her hair tumble free. ‘Tell me, Lila, how wet are you right now?’
Her lips parted, a wicked grin spreading as she leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. ‘Why don’t you find out for yourself?’
That was all the invitation I needed. My hands slid down to her hips, pulling her against me, feeling the heat of her through the thin fabric. She pushed back, just as hungry, her nails digging into my shoulders as our mouths crashed together, all teeth and tongue and raw need. I could feel her panting already, her body pressed tight to mine, and I knew we were seconds away from tearing into each other. My cock throbbed as I gripped her ass, lifting her onto the counter, ready to devour every inch of her—starting with those gorgeous tits straining against her shirt.
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