Taking Chances

“Winter? Is that you?”

Shiny black shoes stopped just metres away from where Winter scrubbed the cafeteria floor. Some kid had been sick, and the last thing she wanted right now was to run into some pompous dick from her past.

“Winter?”

She ignored him in the hope he’d give up and leave, but instead he came closer and touched her shoulder, pulling her attention up to look into very familiar brown eyes.

“Alex!” She shot to her feet, face burning. “What are you doing here?”

“Just finished an interview and thought I’d grab something to eat.” His gaze roamed over her body. “You’re as gorgeous as ever.”

She rolled her eyes. “And you have clearly gone blind.” She avoided pointing out the vomit on the cuff of her coveralls, even if it did prove her point.

He smiled. “I missed you. Can we catch up?”

“Nope.” She shook her head. “I work here till 5 everyday, and then I’ve got thirty minutes to wash and change and get to my next job two suburbs over, and I won’t finish there till 11, and then I’m up in the morning starting all over again.”

“How do you get to your next job?”

“Taxi.”

“I’ll drive you. See you out the front at 5?”

She met him at 5:10. When work finished at 5 she had to shed her cleaners coveralls and change into the short and sexy number for her work in the cocktail bar.

“Whoa!” Alex whistled when he saw her. “You’re dazzling! Now I think I am blind.”

Winter rolled her eyes again, but she couldn’t keep the smile off her face.

They climbed into his car and she gave him the address.

“So. You single?”

She caught his gaze, nodded. “You?”

He nodded in return. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He put a hand on on her thigh, a tingle zapping fro his hand to her groin. She covered his hand with hers, shifted in her seat.

They were at the bar in no time. “You want to come in?” she asked.

“And watch you work?” He screwed up his face. “Not tonight.”

“We’re early.” She pointed to the clock. 5:20. “I know somewhere we could have a quickie.”

His eyes lit up. “You sure?”

She led the way through to the back room, locking the door behind them. He had his arms around her in an instant, his mouth on hers, his erection grinding against her hip.

She fumbled with his jeans, pulling his cock free, as he hitched her skirt up above her hips and slid a finger in underneath her panties.

“You’re so wet.” He groaned at the discovery.

“You do tend to do that to me.” She grinned, wrapping a leg around his.

He lifted her up, pressing her against the wall as his cock found her slit and pressed inside. She wrapped both legs around his hips, her arms clinging to his shoulders, fingers wound through his hair, as he pounded into her.

“Shit.” She slid a hand between them, rubbing her clit as his thrusts grew faster and deeper.

Soon she came, and he pulled himself out, letting her down to stand. “I’m so close to coming.”

She grinned, and dropped to her knees, taking his cock in her mouth and sucking and stroking until he came, grunting as he filled her mouth with a load of thick, creamy, cum.

“Fuck.” He turned to sag against the wall, his eyes closed, his chest heaving. “You always made me do the craziest things.”

He opened his eyes to catch her gaze, and she grinned. “Isn’t that the reason we’re not together anymore.”

He shook his head. “That was a scared little boy talking.” His gaze burned into hers as she stood. “I’m not scared anymore. I’d rather the excitement you add to my life, than the boredom offered by being ‘civilised’.” He emphasised the word, mimicking his father.

She ran a finger down his shirt. “So does that mean you’ll pick me up from work tomorrow?”

He grinned. “You can bet on it!”

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