A Trip to the Store
Nancy parked her car and headed into the grocery store late that evening, ignoring the cool breeze common in this part of Massachusetts, her mind still wrapped around the book she'd been editing. It was a damn shame her sex life existed in fiction. A real man every now and then would be nice.
She hadn't taken time to make out a grocery list, but the items she needed wouldn't take long to get. Things for lunch, something for dinner for the rest of the week. There was no one other than her, so whatever tripped her fancy in the grocery aisles would work.
“I thought I was the only one who did my grocery shopping this late at night.” The man's voice, coming from behind her in the produce section, startled Nancy.
She didn't turn around. Strangers didn't talk to each other. Mumbling something, she continued to finger the long thick cucumbers. She'd intended to make a cucumber salad for her lunch, but stroking the vegetable made her think of the scene she'd been editing before coming here.
A long thick cock, hard and eager to be enjoyed. Her heart raced while her fingers strolled over the length of the cucumber.
“You must really like cucumbers.” There was amusement in the man's tone.
This time she did give the stranger her attention. Instantly words were on the tip of her lips. Mind your own business. Putting this stranger in his place suddenly was foremost on her mind.
She knew she glared at him when she focused on the man who stood to her side. But her mouth went dry when she looked up into dark eyes, hooded with long thick lashes.
He could have been off the cover of a magazine. He had broad shoulders and was tall and dark. Amusement lingered in his expression as his gaze moved from her hands stroking the cucumber, to her face.
Heat burned her cheeks. The words on the tip of her tongue got stuck there as her mouth went dry.
“I didn't mean to embarrass you.” There was a chuckle in his tone, and laughter in those dark eyes. No man on the cover of any romance novel came close to being as sexy as this guy was. “You had me wishing I was that cucumber.” more >>







