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"A nice guy would offer to help instead of standing there and laughing at me." Amanda scolded.

"I'm not a nice guy." He said even as he moved forward and put a hand up to prevent the box from slipping out of her grasp. "I'm the one your mother warned you about."

"I never listened to my mother anyway." She admitted, grateful that she had her back to him so that he wouldn't notice how her nipples had stiffened at the suggestion in his voice.

Jackson pushed the box a little further onto the shelf, stepping up close behind her. "Ooh, a rebel. I like that about you." He purred softly, his free hand settling on her hip. Jackson made no move to push the box the rest of the way onto the shelf, seeming content to keep her in this precarious position. Slowly his hand slid up her rib cage before his fingers spread over the side of her breast. "I've always wondered what this room was for." He remarked casually.

"Storage." Amanda gulped hard. God knows that she had fantasized about Jackson enough times, but never had she actually believed that something like this might happen.

"And here I always thought this is where you lured your customers to have your wicked way with them." Jackson zeroed in on the stiff peak and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.

"Only on Tuesdays and Thursdays." It was all Amanda could do not to drop the box above her.

"What about Saturdays?" His hand continued its search lower and Amanda felt the moisture pool between her thighs.

"I suppose I could add Saturdays to the list." She whispered breathlessly as his fingers slowly tugged up the hem of her skirt.

"Well what do you know?" Jackson's finger slid past the edge of her panties and between her moist folds. "It's Saturday."

At this point all Amanda could do was nod because what that finger was doing to her was nothing short of incredible. Leisurely Jackson spread her juices over her labia, teasing her by not actually touching anything that would feel really good. "You know, you're not a very nice girl either." The rough pad of his finger circled closer to her clit. "You send me home every night with a hard on and have never once offered to do anything about it."

Amanda shook her head, trying to shift so that his hand would finally make contact but he moved just out of her reach. "Not very good customer service, is it?" She agreed, a burning ache building deep inside of her.

"You're lucky I don't call your boss." He admonished mock-severely, pressing his body up against her so that she could feel his cock straining against his jeans.

"I don't suppose there is anything I could do to make it up to you?" She offered, subtly rubbing up against the ridge pressed into her backside. "A free rental or something?"

"I'll take the 'or something.'" Jackson pronounced before unexpectedly sliding two fingers into her silken tunnel.

Amanda gasped when his fingers curled and easily found her g-spot, making that ache inside of her a full-fledged forest fire. When he scraped the pad of his thumb over her swollen nub all she could do was moan her appreciation.

"Like that, did you?" Jackson whispered into her ear. "Let's hit rewind then, shall we?" His thumb repeated the flick at her clit and Amanda tightened around his gifted hand, so close to release that it almost hurt.

"Don't drop the box." He warned her before one last, tantalizing lash sent her crashing over the edge of a mind-numbing orgasm. She struggled to stay upright as his fingers continued their onslaught, adding the grind of his pelvis against her bottom side.

"What kind of movie are you?" Jackson asked gruffly against her ear.

"I'm going to be a comedy because I'm going to drop this damned box all over us real soon." Amanda hissed, need coiling through her body again as his fingers continued to slide relentlessly in and out of her twat.

She felt him smile against her throat.

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