There he was again, standing next to the jarred pickles, studying the different brands. He was so unbelievably sexy that she felt her thighs tremble. Fiona had to get over her infatuation with this supermarket man. He shopped every Wednesday, at the same time she did, and he always stopped to smile at her over the fruit stacks.
Fiona slid her sweat soaked hands over her slacks and with a breath made her way over beside him. She needed a jar of sweet gherkins, and just because a hot male was in her way didn't mean she was going to go without. She wheeled her cart over beside his, and he glanced up to smile at her. His black eyes were warm, and she loved the way his hair was tousled so sexily. She almost lost her nerve, but with a tight smile, she reached over to grasp the jar of pickles. Fiona gaped as he beat her to it, and held the jar out to her with one big hand.
"You love these too?"
For one brief moment, she couldn't speak, and then she was nodding and taking the jar from him, forcing herself to smile. God, he must think her a fool.
"Yes...I...there my favorite."
He smiled at her again, and she felt her knees grow weak.
"I'm Darron Brody."
She reached out to shake his outstretched hand, her fingers curling around his warmth.
"Fiona Smith."
He smiled at her, arranging a few jar of pickles on the shelf.
"I see you in here a lot on Wednesday's. Apparently we like to shop together."
Fiona blushed.
"Apparently so."
The chatted for a few moments, learning where each other worked and so on. Fiona couldn't help but admire is lanky body, tight with muscles, and the careless way he held himself. He seemed so at ease and lazy about life. She wondered if he would be like that in lovemaking as well. The vision of them entwined together in a steamy embrace had her breathing a bit harder. She was sure Darron noticed.
Then they were parting, and she was checking out and returning home. However, the fantasies didn't stop there. She drew a warm bath and lounged in it, running her fingers over her smooth skin, curling one finger around her shaggily cut light brown hair. Her breasts were pert and high, and she couldn't resist cupping them in her hands, teasing herself until she was wet between her thighs.