A very hot coffee

The lunch rush was a blur of steam and impatient clicks. I was in my zone, a whirlwind of grinding beans and flashing smiles, until him. Leo. The graphic designer with eyes the color of espresso and a habit of leaning on the counter just to watch me work.

Today, I was flustered. He’d just whispered something about the lace peeking from my apron tie, and my hand slipped. The entire shot of scalding espresso missed the cup and splashed right onto his lap.

He jerked back with a sharp hiss. “Fuck, Fernanda!”

My heart plummeted. “Ohmygod, Leo! I’m so so sorry!” The panic was real. I grabbed a cloth with ice, my mind racing. “Here, let me… just… come with me.”

I practically dragged him, still wincing, into the tiny storage room. The door clicked shut, muffling the café’s noise. He looked down at the dark stain spreading over his jeans, right over… everything.

“I think you might have permanently damaged the goods,” he groaned, though a smirk played on his lips.

That smirk was my undoing. My apology was gonna be way more… hands-on. “Let me make it better,” I whispered, my voice husky.

I dropped to my knees on the cold floor. My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down just enough. He was already half-hard, and the sight made my mouth water. I didn’t hesitate. I leaned in and wrapped my lips around his length, swallowing him whole.

He gasped, his hand tangling in my hair. “Holy shit, Fernanda…”

I worshipped him with my mouth, licking and sucking, making up for the burn with my cool tongue. I took him deep, my throat relaxing to take all of him. His groans were my music, his hips bucking against my face. I looked up, meeting his dark, hungry gaze as I worked him, my hand stroking what my mouth couldn’t reach. It was frantic, desperate, and so fucking hot. With a guttural cry, he came, pulsing down my throat. I drank every last drop, a sweet, salty apology.

I sat back on my heels, wiping my mouth. “So… are we even?”

He pulled me up, crushing his lips to mine, tasting himself on me. “We’re more than even.”