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on my lips for a beat before exhaling and answering me. “Just run the cash register today. I’ll be in my office if you need anything.” His words were curt, but his eyes were hooded. Was I imagining the tension between us? I reached out to grab the pen he was clenching, brushing my hand against him as I did. He went rigid.

“Yes, sir,” I said with a salute before rounding the counter, then slipping by him to clock in. My hand ran along his back, and the tight space forced me to press into him slightly. Fuck. He felt so good. He smelled like pure man. My nipples pebbled in awareness just as his breath hitched. I couldn’t help but grin in triumph. He spun around to face me as I punched in my employee ID on the register.

“You doing okay, kid?” he asked, not bothering to move as I stood close. I reveled in the contact. He was so fucking near.

Kid? Did I look like a fucking kid? I tilted my head and stared at him. “What’s with the nickname, old man?” I asked playfully. Brian didn’t look like an old man. He looked better than any of the idiots my age. Brian Shirley was twenty-three years my senior, and that thrilled me. There was something to be said about someone that was more experienced. Brian Shirley wasn’t the sort of man to fumble his way around a clit and come after two thrusts. Everything about him screamed control.

He clenched his jaw. “Just trying it on for size. You’re still a kid, you know.”

I wished he’d try me on for size. I crossed my arms over my chest, pressing my breasts up to emphasize how much I wasn’t a fucking kid. His eyes flickered lower, and my skin burned where he stared. This was ridiculous. What the fuck was I doing? Dropping my hands, I let out a breathy sigh. I really needed to stop flirting with my best friend’s dad. He was married. He was so out of my league that I—

“Violet?” Brian said while taking a step closer to me. I breathed him in as he pressed closer. I could feel the waves of heat rolling off his skin. I had to tilt my head up to look him in the eye, and I wanted to run my tongue along his jaw. A slight gasp escaped my lips when I felt something hard against me. Was he...turned on?

“Yes?” I rasped.

He licked his lips. “Get to work.”

He immediately pulled back and practically ran to his office, leaving me standing there like an idiot. What the hell was that? And why did I want it to happen again?

Brian

I lay down on the sandy shore as the warm sun wrapped me in light. I’d been surfing all day and avoiding my wife. I didn’t want to admit to her that the shop was failing. I didn’t want to see her hopeful gaze and promise to fix it for me. Just once, I wanted to fix a problem. I wanted to take care of our family without her having to work herself to death.

Closing my eyes, I breathed in the calming, salty air. Inhaling and exhaling slowly, I tried to clear my mind. I knew I could figure this out; it felt like the answer was right in front of me, but it just wouldn’t come. We used to be the only surf shop for miles on this stretch of the beach, but then the Surf Shack opened. It almost put our surf shop out of business when it opened a couple months ago and was the reason we’ve been struggling ever since. Desperation quickly started to set in, and I’ve been considering activities Ally definitely wouldn’t approve of. Gambling, loan sharks, get rich quick schemes.

The warm sand on my skin lulled my anxieties into feeling content, and my mind wandered inadvertently to Violet’s round tits. I almost lost it when she pushed them up under her arms, causing her bikini to stretch to the point that it was barely holding her breasts in. She was playing with fire, teasing me like that. Nothing could ever come from it; she was Breeze’s best friend for fuck’s sake and underaged, but she was fun to daydream about.

I imagined what her nipples would look like. If I had accidentally untied just one string, the black fabric would have fallen and they would have been mine to play with. I envisioned them being a soft pretty pink and hardening at my touch. Would she moan? Would she writhe and grind against me, her tight body pressing against all the right places? It was wrong to think about, but my dick jumped to attention. Violet Jones was dangerous.

My phone chirped, bringing me back to reality. I’m sure I looked like a complete creep out here lying in the sand with my dick standing at full attention. Sitting up to hide my erection, I looked down at my phone to see a text from Allison.

Allison: Picked up another shift. Can you grab takeout for dinner for you and Breeze? Love you!

I quickly typed and sent my response, then rolled my neck. I felt like shit, letting my wife work herself so hard, but it was easier to be home when she wasn’t there. I loved Ally, but it had changed over the years. I no longer felt like a man in my own household. “Catch some good waves?” a sultry voice asked. I snapped my head to the left, where Violet was walking toward me. Holy fuck. She wore a black bikini that barely covered her body. I practically came at the sight of her rounded hips and toned thighs. Her bottoms were so small that I could see a sliver of skin at her cunt, showing off the side of her perfectly shaved pussy.

I coughed when she plopped down on the sand beside me. Her breasts bounced, and she turned to