Once Upon a Delivery
They say, “Your life could take a different turn, just like that.” I didn’t think it would happen to me, or at least not in the manner in which it did. All I know is delivering tacos from my aunt’s taco shop, sometimes performing at events for a token — that’s two jobs to pay my bills until I finish school, and that was enough.
I was pushing through one day at a time until Luca Moretti decided to place a late-night order from the shop, and my life really took a different turn. That night, not only was I reminded what it sounded like to have an orgasm, I also fell with my face flat on his very bare, masculine chest. And suddenly, I couldn’t think of anything else. I had never seen a man look so much like an artwork. I wished he had grabbed me and made me scream too, just as much as he did the woman I heard moaning at the top of her voice when I arrived.
I looked forward to going back there; certainly, someone in that house must be hungry for some tacos.
Well, I didn’t have to wish much; we met again, and even though I found out he was about to be married, I still wanted him badly. Fate didn’t make it easy for me, as we kept bumping into each other, and now he was all I could think of.
My wild dream came true when he thrust deep inside me, even harder than I had imagined — rough and hard, just the way I’d been dying for it. We came back for more, and now I feel stuck with him. I want him all to myself. Will he ever feel the same way I feel for him? Or am I just another story that will pass too?
