Welcome to picture prompt week! We continue with "Break My Heart" and Rick's turn at the kissing booth. Only 300 words are allowed!
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By now, he’d downed five bottles of water and his lips had begun to tingle. Bracing himself on the counter, he shifted his weight to his hands. He still had fans, dozens of fans. Who would have thunk it? All he wanted was to belly up to the local bar and throw back a couple of martinis, even wine would do the trick.
“Say, buddy. You still in business?” asked a gruff, female voice. His head snapped up and a smile spread across his face.
“It’s about time, Dani. Where the Hell have you been?”
“Pucker up, Buster.” She waved twenty-five tickets back and forth.
“Still got a little energy left?” She shot him a flirty look.
“You, my dear, are the fuel that makes the engine run. Come here,” he said, grabbing her shoulders. He jerked her toward him and they locked lips. Heat flowed through his veins. The longer he kissed her, the more blood pumped to his dick. Fortunately, the counter was waist high. He didn’t give a damn. He was going to kiss Dr. Dani until she knew she’d been kissed.
“Hey, lady. Save some for us!” Came the cry from the crowd lined up behind her. Rick barely heard the words over the pounding of his heart. Her fingers closed around his biceps. He swiped his tongue over her lips and she opened for him. He deepened the kiss, his fingers twining in her long hair.
“That’s more than twenty-five tickets worth,” some woman piped up.
Rick released her. “I agree.” She fell back a step, grasping his hand to steady her.
He eased her hair off her face. She trained her beautiful blues on him, her mouth slightly puffy, her lips still open a bit. He cupped her cheek, gave her one final, tender kiss.
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