You know what. Yeah, let's be sinners🌚🌝

ORSON'S POV 🤭

I'm working at the club again. Just like usual.

My coworkers are flirting with the customers like always.

Normally I would too but I'm taken now.

By the most handsome, the hottest, the prettiest,

the cutest, most respectful amazing man on the planet Earth and the whole universe.

All universes combined together.

He is so perfect and did I say hot.

I like that he's older but not too much for us to not have anything to talk about.

He's also taller, hovering over me.

I feel so protected by him all the time.

He is really smart but also doesn't make me feel lost in the conversation.

I obviously thought he is not unto me. I mean he's so out of my league.

He really is. I'm so clumsy and reckless. I love alone with my cat.

I always stutter and talk about weird things.

"I think your boy is here." My coworkers says.

"What?" I look at her shocked.

My boy? She knows.

"The guys who always comes here to see. Are you not together?"

"We are. Yeah." I blush.

Ira is coming to the bar smiling at me.

"What are you doing here? It's late."

"Only midnight. " He shrugs, "I really wanted to see you today "

He looks around and then leans over the bar to kiss me.

Some men give us jealous looks.

"You have competition." I giggle

"I hope not." He frown.

I panic. "No. It was a joke. I wouldn't ..."

"No, I'm just worried about them. They look to eat you alive "

"Really? I didn't notice " i look around.

"Are you kidding? You look so hot behind the bar.

With your messy hair. This uniform. And the sexy moves."

"What moves?

"You just look sexy. All the time. Trust me everyone wants you here "

I blush. "No. I don't think so.

I wouldn't be interested anyway."

"Good. Can you take a break from the work for a little?"

"Why?" I ask.

He smirks.

"Oh." I gulp. "ehm. Maybe."

"Yeah?" He chuckles.

"Ehm, Ann, I'll go check the back for the...the lemonade."

"Lemonade?" She asks confused, "sure. What ever that means.

Go ahead"

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18+

Ira lifts me on the counter kissing me agressively.

His hands in my hair tugging on them. I'm moaning into his mouth.

Good thing the club has a very loud music.

He kisses on my neck while putting my pants down.

"Is it okay to do it here?" He asks.

"Sure."

"I just have time now and you work so."

"You drove here just to have sex?" I giggle.

"Well that sounds like I'm using you.

I came to take the stress of you by making love."

"On a counter."

"I'm a dangerous lover." He bites my earlobe and pulls my pants down.

"I'm glad you are here. I was thinking about you." I confess while he palms me.

"Good." He says proudly and i unzip his pants while kissing him. "You look really pretty."

"You've said that already."

"No. But you do."

He grabs my hips and brings them to me.

I wrap my legs around his waist as he enters me.

"I should mark you so the men stop giving you looks."

He starts to thrust himself to me. I lay my head on his shoulder.

I forgot how absolutely amazing it feels.

And even this place. Secret hookup at my work while my boss doesn't know.

It's so dangerous and sexy.

He keeps hitting on my spot as I moan to his ear. Making him even more excited.

"Y-you can stop by any t-time." I moan.

"I will. Don't worry." He kisses on my neck, "but you know ...you can find a better job.

Some where no men will flirt with you and ...you will not have to be away to four in the morning "

"Is it a problem?" I look at him.

"i could make love on my silky bed instead of this counter." He thrusts to me and I moan.

"I'll t-think about it."

He's right. Working from 8 to 4 works when you're single.

But it's very inconvenient when in relationship.

Yeah ...I'll choose Ira 😌💅.