What was I thinking?

This is insane.

Oh. My. God.

I must be so deprived that I literally jump on the first person who touches me and grind myself against him like a cat in heat.

“I’m so sorry.” I pull away when he tries to kiss me again.

“Sorry for what?” He takes his hands off my body, clearly in shock from my sudden turn of emotion. “That was amazing.”

“I don’t even know you. This was a mistake.” Climbing off his lap, I nearly fall over when I find that my legs are still weak, and I can hardly hold myself up.

“Didn’t feel like a mistake to me.”

When he stands, I can still see the raging erection in his pants. “Oh my god, you— I didn’t—” My thoughts are incoherent, and even though I just had an earth shattering orgasm in his lap, I can’t bring myself to admit that he didn’t get the same. It suddenly feels like I’m talking to a stranger again.

“It’s fine,” he chuckles, reaching for me again.

“No, I should go. I’m so sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. Don’t go…”

When I turn back to him, I get lost in the breadth of his chest and the size of his arms and how badly I want to absorb myself in them again. And I don’t even know him.

I lowered my defenses, and I made a promise to myself a while ago that I would never do that again.

“Thank you,” I mumble, which makes him laugh. “But I really have to go.

“What about your tattoo?”

“Another time.” I’m almost to the door, sunlight on the other side reminding me that it’s only noon, and I’ve already made a complete ass of myself.

“Can I at least get your number?” he says, but I don’t answer him. I’m already out the door and walking back to the house. The sensitivity between my legs threatens to have me crumbling here on the sidewalk as my thighs brush together in my quick pace.

I should regret what I just did, but I don’t. Ruby told me to indulge myself today, and that’s certainly what I did.

We get a lot of weird encounters in the shop, but I’ve never had a client quite like that. The second I saw that girl, I knew she would fuck up my whole day. With her shoulder-length brown hair and petite frame, I know I’d never seen her before, figured she was new in town or a tourist in for the week.

But there was something else about her that drew me in. First of all, she was flirting with me, which happens a lot, but not usually in the middle of a Tuesday. Drunk spring breakers at midnight on a Tuesday, sure. But this girl just wandered into my shop without a reason and started flashing those dimples at me, and it caught me a little off guard.