Page 554 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

“Oh, sweetheart…”

I grip his face, forcing him down.

His eyes go wide as he sinks,

knees hitting the floor.

I slide my panties off one leg,

lift my foot high on a shelf,

spread myself open,

wait for his tongue.

“You coming, or what?”

His mouth parts, and he falls forward,

lips locking around my pussy.

He starts sucking.

“More.”

He grunts, gripping my ass,

pulling me further into his open mouth,

his stubble scraping my thigh,

tongue working tight, slow circles.

My head falls back.

This is good. This is so good.

I picture it, then, as he’s eating me.

How I’ll finish. How I’ll leave. How I’ll walk out of here with my legs shaking, my lips swollen, my pulse steady and satisfied.

But then I see Andrew’s face on him.

Consuming me.

Taking me⁠—

“Miss?”

I blink.

Andrew’s gone. The stockroom is gone.

No shelves, no guy on his knees.

I’m still at the counter,

my hand still on the whiskey bottle.