That Ass Is Mine (Curvy Women Wanted Book 26), Sam Crescent [summer reading list TXT] 📗

back to the bar, and he noticed her jerky movements. He was aware of her past. Her dead parents and the struggle she had trying to find a reasonably-priced apartment. Her parents had left her nothing, and she’d been forced to learn how to be a grown-up in a short space of time.

Watching her now, he wanted to comfort her. Actually, he wanted to hold her to make it all better while also pounding his dick deep inside her cunt.

Running a hand down his face, he excused himself, heading straight to his office to try to cool down.

Talia wasn’t his problem.

No matter how many times he kept on saying it, he had to at least believe it first.

This woman had gotten under his skin, and he had no idea how he was going to get her out from under it.

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Damn it.

Talia stamped her foot and gritted her teeth. She honestly thought she was getting somewhere. Trying to seduce a man wasn’t in her repertoire. Danny, one of Sarge’s regular customers, had told her Sarge couldn’t keep his eyes off her.

From the time she was eighteen, she’d had a stupid crush on Sarge. While she’d worked for him, her feelings hadn’t changed. In fact, they’d gotten stronger, which only made this worse.

Staring at her reflection in the bar mirror, she pressed her lips together.

She was going to forever remain a virgin at this rate.

Sarge didn’t have the best track record when it came to women, she got that. Even though she had feelings for him, she didn’t expect him to return them. She was used to growing up around people who didn’t like her or just wanted her out of the way. But if Danny was right, then it meant she could at least do something about this crush. Sarge didn’t need her to stay late at night, but she chose to in order to spend time with him.

This attraction she felt toward him wasn’t going away. Whenever she was near him, her entire body flooded with arousal. Her need for him wasn’t changing or fading, but increasing.

Staring toward his office, she knew she could just leave, come back another day, and deal with the constant closeness, or she could take a chance.

Gritting her teeth, she finally decided to take a chance. Rather than walk out that front door, she moved toward his office.

For a few minutes, she stood in his doorway, watching him. She had no idea how to tease him or how to find out if Danny had told her the truth. The last thing she wanted to do was to make a fool out of herself.

Sarge sat in his chair, his head leaned back, eyes closed. He looked asleep.

“I’m going to be leaving.”

He turned his head, looking toward her. No words left his lips.

She looked into his brown eyes. What was he thinking?

“Sarge, can I ask you something?”

“I thought you were leaving.”

“I will as soon as you answer this one question.” She nibbled on her lip, suddenly hating opening her mouth to even ask him for anything.

This was a mistake. A big, fat mistake. What if he laughed in her face? She’d never be able to come around here again.

Her job was on the line.

All of it.

Why did she even need to care about her job? When he turned her down, she’d have no reason to return to Sarge’s Tits.

“You’ve suddenly gotten very bossy.” He stood up, well over six feet.

Nerves hit her full-on and she shook her head. “You know what, never mind.”

Spinning on her heel, she made it just outside of his office before he captured her wrist.

“Don’t go running away from me now. Just tell me what the problem is. Is it one of the guys? Are they upsetting you?”

To everyone else, Sarge was a hard, cold man, but when he was near her, she only felt safe, protected, cherished. “No, no, of course not.”

“I can’t help you, Talia, unless you tell me what is going on.” His grip tightened a little on her wrist and she felt her nerves rush over her as she glanced toward the stage. A stripper had once told her that no one would give you anything in this life unless you took it.

She’d never taken anything in her life.

Always been the good girl.

The one who put her head down, studied hard. She wasn’t the brightest girl in school, but she got enough to pass. Hard-working, like now, she had no problem getting her hands dirty to earn her keep.

The only problem she had was that she didn’t want to be a virgin any longer.

“I want you to teach me about sex.” The moment the words spilled from her lips, she slapped a hand against her mouth and took a step away. “I am so sorry.” She was so fucking stupid. What kind of woman just said stuff like that?

Without getting her bag or jacket, she rushed toward the door, only to cry out as his large hand slammed against the wood and stopped her from leaving.

“I don’t think so.”

“Sarge, please,” she said, putting her head against the door. “I’ve already humiliated myself enough. Danny said something and I thought … but it’s all—”

“What did Danny say?” Sarge asked.

She was flush to the door with Sarge right behind her, his large body enveloping her in warmth.

Licking her lips, she closed her eyes. “He said that you look at me like you want to eat me. Like there are a lot of dirty things you wish to do.”

“He did, did he?”

“Can I go?” she asked.

Time seemed to stand still. No one moved. She waited, expecting him to let her go, but he didn’t. Instead, he pushed against her, and she felt the unmistakable length