The best part of a day off is you can do whatever the fuck you want. The worst part is they're finite and always end.

Thankfully, so does every one of my work shifts.

"Sorry, we're - oh... Uhhh, hey." I gripped my hand tightly around the front entrance door's handle.

I'd walked over to lock up but paused at the sight of a tall, thin but proportionally built guy that I could've lived my entire life without another glimpse of and died happily.

"Hey..." Two brown eyes, which at one point pulled more emotion out of me than I knew humanly possible, filled with equal parts guilt and curiosity at the sight of me. "I... uhh, heard you work here -"

"Yeah." His fingers, also a sore point because of how much pain and pleasure they were capable of, rested on the door frame over my head. I contemplated how many of them would get broken if I slammed the door on his hand.

The familiarity of his cologne, like aged leather, pricked tears in my ears. "I do. Now go home, before I call the cops."

"Delilah." With a sharp exhale, his eyes lowered down to my feet, as they should have. "It wasn't -"

"Personal." I bit down hard on the inside of my right cheek. "Not to you but it was to me. Fuck off, Jonah."

A warm hand, one I'd offered my entire world of trust to and been sorely slapped with disappointment from, clenched around my upper arm. Another warm heat, which at one point I would've called my lifeline, rose up in his brown eyes.

"When you use that bratty tone, Dee Dee," he warned me and squeezed my arm gently.

"You won't do a damn thing," I snapped and yanked my arm back. "You lost that opportunity when you fired my ass and..."

My throat squeezed tight and choked off the part that came next. I swallowed thickly, since it now felt like I'd deep throated an entire bag's worth of cotton balls, and finished with, "And don't call me that."

"Delilah." Jonah ran a hand through his dark brown waves. At one point in time, I would have felt concerned over the pale tone cast over his skin, the gray circles pressed under his sunken-in eyes, and the dryness that chapped faint, white cracks over his lips. "We've been over this, I couldn't -"

"Afford to be seen dating me," I reminded him with an eye roll, his personal pet peeve. His tightly clenched jaw showed that hadn't changed. "Are you here to remind me about shit we've already argued about? Or share the new happy family pictures?"

"I came to apologize," he mumbled pathetically, so I stepped out of the doorway. A cool breeze fanned my bangs over my forehead as I stood on the front sidewalk and blocked his entrance.

"Two years, one week, six days, aaaaannd," I drawled and checked the time on my nonexistent wristwatch. "Zero fucks given too late. Goodbye, Jonah."

With a quick step, I put the door between us and tugged it closed. He stuck out his hand, blocked it with his giant, black leather boot-covered foot, and groaned quietly. "Delilah, I'm trying to the right thing -"

"Then you should listen to her and back the fuck off," a male voice called out through the darkness.

Oh fuck, what now?

My heart sank when Evan's tall, muscular frame stepped into the overhead street lamps' filtered light like a shadow-revealed serial killer. Shorter and thinner, Jonah looked like a wet noodle compared to Evan, but I wanted neither dick at my doorstep. So, with a grunt, I slammed the door, locked it, and flashed both guys a middle finger.

Unbelievable.

For Jonah's sake, I hoped the two hadn't whipped out their dicks and compared sizes, but my back turned on not one but two unappreciated visitors faster than a one-hundred pound spinner having the time of her life on her favorite cock.

Within the confines of the employee break room, AKA a corner of the storage room with a chair stuck in it, I entertained myself with cute cat videos. My thighs and calves cheered when I removed my thigh-high boots and rubbed my aching feet with a vibrator. After I changed into a pair of walking shoes and removed my leather garter, I waited twenty minutes inside the dark, locked store until I actually left.

The back parking lot was fortunately empty, so I set the store's alarm, locked up, and exited the building. Even though I parked just thirty feet from the back door, my feet took as quick of steps as possible to the sidewalk for my walk home.

Normally I would've driven home, but my piece of shit car was in the repair shop, again. I wasn't even sure what part had fallen off it this time but thankfully I only lived four blocks away.

And getting home later the more I stay out here.

My feet shuffled along the sidewalk that curved around the building. When I turned the corner, a faint, cooler breeze blew against my cheeks.

I kept my eyes down, focused on the steps ahead of each foot, and nearly jumped out of my skin when a hand clamped on my shoulder. Unlike Jonah's, this one was rough with callouses on the pads and gigantic. Long fingers wrapped into my armpit.

"Ahhh!!" I screamed and my shoulders wrenched up to my ears. Any and all self-defense training I'd ever taken drew completely blank in my mind but my hands clenched around my purse. Absent any money, it was so heavy that I was sure a smack from it felt like I hurled a cinder block.

I might've taken another discount shopping trip. One can never have too many anal beads, right?

Normally, I would've questioned why I hadn't carried mace on me but honestly, a mugger or homeless person were both preferable to either Jonah or Evan. With a clenched stomach, I half-turned and swung my purse around. The black leather studded bag whipped through the air and smacked against another large palm that blocked it.

"What the -" I gasped out at Evan's face in front of me and his reflection, distorted in the store's window. My own reflection morphed from shocked surprise to resting bitch face as I lowered my bag and snapped out, "What the fuck!?"

"Uhh... hey," he croaked out weakly and ran his hand through his hair by the time I turned around.

"What," I repeated, leaned my hip and shoulder on the side of the building, and crossed my arms over my chest. Yes, I knew that boosted up my cleavage, yes I was petty like that, and yes of course Evan's eyes dropped down for a shameless inspection.

Surrounded by darkness, his skin glowed a slight yellow from the overhead parking lot lamp. If his tanned skin looked like that, then I knew without a glance that I looked like I had jaundice, but I had just as many fucks available for Evan and probably less patience for his bullshit than Jonah.

Since Evan's calls, which he'd predictably spaced out every two hours today, left me irritated, I grounded my feet and squinted up at him. "What!?"

His eyes lifted to mine and narrowed. "Your number, Delilah. The real one."

I matched his glare with a heated one of my own and pinched my fingers into my upper arms. "Why? So you can sweet talk me into fucking you again? I don't think so."

"Because I want another chance," he offered weakly. Technically, his voice sounded strong with conviction and bordered on egotistical stupidity, but his choice of words was weak.

"No..." I released my arms, pushed my ass off the hard brick, and stepped close to him. His spine stiffened as I approached and stopped so close that my chest pressed against his sternum and the tip of my nose almost brushed against his lips.

I made the mistake of taking a slow, deep breath because he smelled amazing, clean, damp, and fresh like he'd recently showered. "That's not what you want."

I can't decide if it's good or bad that I know we're near the corner camera's blind spot.

With my index fingers, I trailed the lines of his neck muscles, which were strained hard and pulsed from the veins underneath. My chin tucked down, I looked at him from under my lashes and spat out the truth, "You want another fuck, Evan."

Without a blink, he blurted out, "I do."

Points for honesty, I guess.

On each enunciation, I poked my index finger into his rock-hard chest. "Let me guess, Evan. You went back to your normal, boring, vanilla hookups. And they just didn't satisfy you the same way anymore, did they Evan?"

Evan's only answer was his jaw clenched tighter shut and his chest lifted more with his breaths, but they were the only clues I needed. My inner bratty side surfaced as I lowered my hands, circled my palms around his wrists, and teased further, "Or did you just take things into your own hands, Evan? Did you fuck me the way you wanted in your mind? Hard and rough, until I was begging, moaning, and screaming your name, Eeehv-aan?"

The hard beats in my chest, coupled with the heated throbs between my legs, fired off my brain's internal warning system. Honestly, what I just described was a good mental image. I'd used it more than once over the past couple of days, but one fact remained painfully obvious.

I need to stop saying his name, it's turning me on.

Evan looked worse than I felt. His chin dipped down, which cast a shadow over his forehead and eye sockets, but fire burned through his smoky-blue irises. Shadows highlighted the veins that protruded from his neck and biceps and a faint pink flush that rose over his yellow-tinted skin.

Oh yeah, and let's not forget his giant hard-on... looks painful in jeans.

Since I was sure he'd notice if I squeezed my legs together, I opted for a few internal Kegels against the pressure that built up in my core area. Under his heated gaze, my chest still hitched on the first slow, deep breath in and my nostrils twitched and flared.

At the tension that tightened Evan's wrists against my palms, I released them and trailed my fingers up his waist. I danced the tips over the hardened muscles I knew were on the other side, one rounded shape at a time. My hands flattened on his chest muscles, right over the wild beats that pulsed through his T-shirt. With soft swirls, I drew circles around where I remembered his nipples were. My lips curled up when they tightened into tiny peaks under the thin cotton material.

Elevated up onto my tiptoes, I still circled my fingers over the tiny bumps and murmured into his ear, "I bet you thought back to the way you squirmed when I toyed with you, didn't you Evan? How close I edged you between pleasure..."

His throat bobbed with a hard, loud swallow as I massaged harder circles over his shirt. "And pain?" My fingertips pinched him hard through his shirt and I bit my teeth down onto his earlobe.

The same low-toned, gravelly moan he'd released in the changing room rumbled through my ear and vibrated where my hands splayed over his chest. It sent a shiver down my spine and flushed warmth through my pelvis like a heat rash.

"In fact... I bet..." In retaliation, I clamped my hands down onto his thighs. Even under the pair of black jeans he wore, his muscle definition was ridiculous. My hands dragged up higher, until I searched his front pockets, then his back ones.

With as much effort as I had not to appreciate the hard, round muscles in his ass, I cupped the lump of his wallet. "If I look close enough, bet I'll find that you have a condom on you right now."

If he does, then we're using it.

No, no we're not Dee.

While my right hand rubbed over the bump of his wallet on his left ass cheek, I threaded my left fingers down the seam in between. Right when I got to about where his back hole sat, two large hands tightly clamped down onto the sides of my waist.

"Delilah," he growled out, leaned over, and brushed the tip of his nose against mine. His breath was warm and minty as it fanned over my mouth and cupid's bow. "What about you? Was that just another one of your boy toys whose ass I just kicked?"

He didn't deny - wait, I'm sorry but what the fuck!?

"You... you did what!?" my voice came out the annoying, high-pitched squeak that surfaced whenever I was caught off guard. I dropped my hands down to my sides, where they brushed against the back of his knuckles.

"He was annoying," was his response, other than a casual lift of his shoulders that rubbed his fingers against my sides. "Went down like a wet spaghetti noodle after one punch."

He hit him. The blonde-haired caveman hit my douche of an ex.

I stared at Evan so long that my eyes dried out. By the time I blinked, my eyes stung. My nose scrunched up and I cupped my temples in my hands so he didn't see the heat that rose in my cheeks. With my eyes squeezed tightly shut, I groaned, "You punched... I did not ask you to do that."

By the time my eyes opened, Evan stared at me, his mouth slightly parted. I definitely did not notice how his biceps flexed as he released me and palmed his hands onto his hips. A small frown creased his forehead and the corners of his mouth turned down. "No, but you could say thank you."

"Thank you!?" I flung both hands up into the air.

His smirk could've been seen from Mars, that's how big it was. "You're welcome."

"No!" I shoved both palms into his chest, and of course he barely moved. "Not what I meant! You can't just... punch people."

Can you? Jonah might not have come back if I'd tried that approach.

"Think I did you a favor," he chuckled and crossed his arms over his stupidly broad chest. "Don't think he'll bother you now..."

My eyes narrowed at him until his smirk slightly flatlined. "What did you do? Besides the punching part."

"Told him I was your boyfriend," he said casually and hitched his shoulders.

"My - my - " I choked on the word before I even said the first letter of it. Mentally, I think my brain had exploded on the punching part. "You're insane. You. Are. Insane. Either that or I'm dreaming."

My hands smacked me into my cheeks a few times, which stung and I squeezed my eyes closed again.

Fuck, not dreaming.

"Not dreaming, beautiful." Evan's smirk came back on full display as I opened my eyes.

His compliment deflected off me because the number of perverts that came in here was immeasurable. Baby, sweetheart, and beautiful were some of the tamer names guys called out at me.

Just because I work in a sex shop doesn't mean I want to have sex with them.

Let's see how Evan takes my usual answer.

"Cute." I reached up and patted his cheeks with my palms, then tapped the tip of his nose with my index finger. "No, Jonah was... a big reason I primarily only fuck around with girls lately."

"Girls..." Evan's face scrunched up as he paused. "So, you're a...".

"A what," I challenged him and pulled back my knee-jerk reaction to judgmental bullshit, but he only looked confused.

"Uhhh..." One of his hands ran through his hair, then rubbed the back of his neck. He kept his eyes on me but lifted both eyebrows and scrunched up his forehead. His chest lifted and stayed there as he sucked in a sharp breath, then whooshed all the air out with his answer, "Bisexual?"

"Wrong. I think the PC term is pansexual, but since you look like you need slow words..." I leaned forwards towards his ear again and tweaked his nipples, also again but harder. "It means I fuck whoever I want to fuck, Evan."

The second time I pulled back, I stepped far enough that I put some much-needed airspace between us. I closed my eyes under the weighted reality that a pretty, arrogant, black AmEx boy like him who drove the Range Rover parked nearby never understood the world outside his own preferences and braced myself for the inevitable threesome invitation.

When my eyes opened, I took in the last expression I'd expected to see on Evan's face. His cheeks were slightly pink, eyes narrowed, and mouth clenched into a tight line.

Wait a minute. Why's he mad?

"Fucking unbelievable." He dragged his hands down his face and groaned string after string of curse words out. I wasn't entirely sure what he said but definitely caught the word 'competition' in them.

Good thing I don't give a fuck.

"Right. Well, thanks for punching the ex-boyfriend I hadn't wanted you to, judging me for my sexual preferences, and oh yeah, blowing your wad early, leaving me strung out -"

His warm hands enclosed around my bare upper arms. A flash of recognition sparked in his eyes, like a lightning bolt grounded in a blue-gray storm. When he spoke, his breath fanned warmly over my nose and he sounded smug as fuck, "You were affected."

"Uhh, yeah? Not every day I have an eight-inch - No, never mind. This conversation is not happening." I tugged my arms back but he tightened his grip. His hold wasn't painful, just shackled me in place but goosebumps rose on my skin from the contact. "Let me go, Evan."

"What if I'm not ready to," he blurted out, oddly giving him a few more points for honesty.

Either that or I need to reevaluate my points system.

"I'm not sure you realize what I don't have to offer here," I replied weakly. "You might be comfortable spilling out the boyfriend label as quickly as you..."

My throat dried and voice trailed off at the way his jaw clenched and fingers pinched hard into my skin. I wasn't sure if Evan realized what he propositioned here. Arrogant assholes gave the best dick but crazy girls were on their own special level of insatiable.

Given that, I stated the obvious, "I'm uhh, not exactly girlfriend material. Why can't you just go fuck someone -"

"I don't want to fuck someone else," he replied as casually as if I'd asked what his favorite color was. Which, going by the drab color of T-shirts he wore, I assumed was gray. The one he wore tonight had a red USC emblem in the upper left corner.

Of course. Bet he's at the preppy private school on Daddy's money.

My eyes traced over the letters, then flipped up and met the intensity that radiated out of his. "I'm sure you can find some desperate and drunk enough girls at USC who -"

"I don't think you understand," he grumbled quietly. "I want you, Delilah. Not for another chance but because I can't get you out of my fucking head."

My brain attempted a mental record scratch stop at that admission but, like a clogged up toilet, it still circled around the fact he'd punched Jonah.

"I'm in your head?" I smirked up at him and swirled my index finger over his forehead. "Perhaps if you didn't have so much empty space in there..."

"Like you haven't thought of me at all," he stated in a challenging tone.

"I..." My lips rolled inward because fuck, I had thought about Evan more than the clit stimulator relief the night we'd met. "Other than laughing about the ED support hotline?"

"You know what I mean." His thumbs traced arcs gently over my arms. Upon contact, the skin broke out in more goosebumps, although his palms radiated heat from them. The frustrated edge in his voice softened and reminded me of a child that needed positive reinforcement, "Did you think about me while you finger fucked yourself, Delilah?"

Yes, yes I sure did.

"Fuck," I cursed then snapped my mouth shut because his ridiculous smirk flashed right in front of me. Since I held no shame in self-satisfaction, I tossed the truth right in his face. "For your information, Evan, I used a dildo. And a clit stimulator, that was a first. Really enjoyable, actually. The... finger fucking was last night."

And this morning.

Heat rose into my cheeks but I kept my chin lifted so my eyes stayed glued on his. They warmed like I'd given him the best compliment he'd ever heard. His lips parted and he wet them with the tip of his tongue. With zero hesitation, he exhaled sharply and admitted, "Good. Because I've jerked myself off so many times to you I'm questioning my own sanity."

"Top of your spank bank, ehh?" My eyebrows raised. "Who'd I dethrone?"

"Harrison's girlfriend," he blurted out with a laugh. I frowned at the unfamiliar name, so he clarified, "The dildo trasher guy who brought us here."

"Ohh..." I rounded my mouth.

Handsome, muscular, whipped over a girl, and buys her dildos? Knew he was a unicorn.

His hands slid down the back of my arms and cupped my elbows until my forearms lifted up and I palmed his chest. The heat returned to his eyes as his head lowered like his lips chased mine. "I'm glad he did though."

"Woah." I flipped my palm up, where his lips pressed into softly. "The fuck are you doing? It's late, I need to go home. So, if you need to take care of that -" I pointed down to the lump that snaked up towards the top button on his jeans.

Oh fuck, it is as big as I remember.

No, it's probably diseased, Dee. Focus.

I am focusing. I can do a lot with eight -

My eyes blinked so rapidly, Evan probably thought a bug flew into the corners, and I pointed to the trash dumpsters. "- I suggest you jerk yourself where the security cameras won't catch you."

His eyes flashed and arm scooped around me, his hands still gripped around my elbows. With a quick step down, he led us right in the direction I'd pointed. "Woah, wait - I don't need a personal peep show."

I had no idea how he managed it while he guided me across the side parking lot, but Evan bent his head down. His nose skimmed a trail up the side of my neck and his breath puffed a trail of heat that he chased with a softly flicked path from his tongue.

The wetness he left behind tingled my skin as it cooled in the night air, but my lips parted when his lips attached near the hinge of my jaw. I'd expected he sucked hard but he surprised me and gently grazed the skin with his teeth, which erupted a moan out of me. It vibrated my throat and rose up fast, so fast I hadn't caught it.

Evan pulled back and shot me a triumphant smirk. That, combined with the gentle trickling sensation between my legs, fired off another warning flag in my brain.

Oh fuck, I'm in trouble here.