Henry walked into my candy shop as I was struggling with a small display case that wouldn’t sit right. In fact, the whole thing started to topple all at once. I sidestepped to try to catch it but missed. But Henry snatched it up in one hand before it crashed to the floor.

I had to use two hands to take it from him.

“The cord is too short,” he said. “It’s pulling it off balance.”

I gave him a once over. Not intending to be dirty, mind you. He was probably 21 to my 45, six-foot-something to my five-foot-something and quite a breathtaking specimen of maleness.

“Can I help you?” I practically stammered.

“I came in to get my mother’s chocolate order. She called in for a bunch of boxes for her employees,” he explained.

“Just finished packing that up. Your mom must be a great boss. A pound each!”

He grinned. It was charming, and something in my lower belly stirred. I had the urge to run my hands over his muscular body.

In a blink, I was wet and horny.

“She only has six employees. But she treats them like gold because to her they are.”

“That’s so nice,” I said. I put the problematic case down on a level surface and carefully stepped over the stuff strewn across the floor. I’d been in the middle of swapping out some seasonal decorations when he’d interrupted me. Not that I minded one bit. He was the perfect distraction.

As I attempted to navigate my mess, I took a wrong step and nearly tumbled over.

He caught me in his strong arms and held me tight as he said, “Careful now.”

My heart was pounding — a hypnotic beat that also extended south to my pussy.

He let me go slowly, like he didn’t want to. I caught his gaze as it strayed to my cleavage. I had worn my favorite black sweater that day, and its plunging neckline accentuated my tits.

“Follow me,” I said.

“Gladly.” His voice came out as a rumble, and I knew I hadn’t imagined his flirtatious tone.

I was well beyond flustered as I headed toward the back of the store. I’ll be honest, I put a lot of swing in my hips as I walked, wanting him to focus his attention on my ass.

At the back counter, I neatly stacked six boxes of gift-wrapped chocolates inside a shopping bag.

“Here we go,” I said, turning to face him. He was standing close to me, and

I felt the heat radiating off his virile, young body. I nearly swooned.

“Thank you,” he said, not bothering to move a step.

“Is there, um” — I cleared my throat and laughed at myself — “is there anything else I can do to you?”

He blinked, a small smile curling across his lips.

My face burned hot as I realized what I’d said. But the humor of the situation was too great to ignore. I laughed outright and said, “Oops, Freudian slip.”

I didn’t move, and neither did he. My nipples had stiffened, and my pussy was so wet my panties felt soaked.

“You want to do things to me?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. The look was half cocky, half surprised — and 100 percent a turn-on.

“I do. I think I’d have to be crazy not to,” I said, making a show of studying him. I reached out, touched his arm and gave it a squeeze. “It’s very easy to want to do things to you.”

He stepped even closer, erasing all but an inch of the gap between us, and asked, “Like what?”

Before I could answer, he laid the softest of kisses on my lips. It was more like a slight brush of flesh on flesh. But the sensation of it rumbled through me like deep thunder. I felt it in my bones.

I grabbed his shoulders, stood on my tiptoes and kissed him for real.

He parted his lips, and my tongue slid along his. His hands settled on my hips and he squeezed, making me shiver.

I slid my hand across his zipper, felt the hardness of his erection and imagined him bending me over and ramming his cock into me.

“What do you want?” he asked. He kissed a hot trail from my mouth down my throat. His teeth raked the sensitive skin where my neck met my shoulder.

My nipples were so hard they ached.

“All of it,” I said. “Whatever. Anything.” I was babbling.

He slid a hand down into my jeans and pushed past my panties. His finger dragged along my clit, and I jumped, making him chuckle. He plunged his finger into me with ease.

“You’re very, very wet,” he informed me.

“Trust me,” I said. “I know.”

He pushed a second finger inside me. The sensation was exquisite, and I wanted more of it.

He must’ve read my mind.

He popped the button on my jeans, opened my zipper and tugged down my pants and panties. I was breathless with anticipation.

The front door was unlocked. But we were well past the holiday rush, and the store had been dead all day. I desperately hoped it’d stay that way.

But all of my worries disappeared in an instant because he turned me away from him, planted my hands on the countertop and pushed my thighs apart.

“Is it OK if I take you this way?” he asked, kissing the back of my neck.

The kiss on the neck. The word “take.” All of it came together to have me half-crazed with lust.

I nodded dumbly, not saying anything at all. Instead, I pushed my ass back to show him without words: Yes, you beautiful boy. It’s OK.

I heard the soft whisper of his zipper and the jingle of his belt buckle. Then felt the sweep of his fingers against my ass as he touched me softly. I nearly whimpered.

He grabbed my hips roughly then, making me gasp. He tugged me back a bit and then the head of his cock slid along my wet opening. He teased me briefly, making me desperate. I pushed back to urge him inside me.

My lover put one hand on the back of my neck to hold me still and rested the other on the small of my back. I was uttering helpless little noises as I wriggled eagerly and impatiently.

He pushed into me slowly, but I slammed back to take him. My fingers searched for purchase and slid along the scraps of wrapping paper that littered the countertop.

I squirmed and bucked until he wrapped his arm around me to hold me steady. Once I was properly pinned, he drove into me repeatedly. Each energetic thrust lifted me up on my tiptoes.

I repositioned myself slightly, and that new angle allowed him to hit all the right places inside me.

“Yes,” I sighed. “Fuck yes. Just like that. Don’t stop.”

The arm around me tightened, and he whispered in my ear. “Don’t worry, I won’t.”

The tickle of his breath against my ear pushed me over the edge. I came fast and hard, my body spasming around his driving cock.

“Oh, I like the feel of that,” he said, increasing his tempo.

I thought he was seconds away from finishing, but I was wrong. Instead, he plunged into me a few more times and then broke free.

“Turn around,” he said.

I did as asked, turning to face him. My jeans and panties were around my ankles and I managed to kick them off, even though my legs felt weak.

From the back of the store, I could see a sliver of the front window and noticed dusk was approaching swiftly. And I could also see the movements of passersby. My pussy clenched at the idea of one of them coming in the store and catching me in this position.

It was oddly thrilling.

My doting admirer dropped down and pushed his warm hands against my thighs, pinning me open. His tongue darted out and dragged along my slit, seeking out my clit. He nudged it with his tongue, and the feeling was overwhelming. My head fell back as rapture ricocheted through me.

He varied his attack, going from featherlight teasing to slow, deliberate licks. Then he sucked on my nub gently and I came, grinding my body downward to keep contact with his perfect mouth.

The moment was utter bliss. My orgasmic

spasms wracked me, my whole body shivering with the force of my climax. I never wanted it to end.

He grabbed one of my thighs and raised my leg slightly, holding me steady. Then he plunged his dick into me once more. Now we were fucking face-to-face. He buried his free hand in my hair and kissed me roughly. He tugged my messy locks as he continued to pound me, and his animalistic nature excited me.

I squeezed my cunt around his plunging cock and heard him groan. The helpless sound made me smile. Then he nipped me with his teeth, and the sudden flare of pain caught me off guard and made my pussy gush just a little bit more.

My reaction made him laugh.

I squeezed him again, earning another groan. But before he could retaliate, I did it again, and nearly wrecked him.

“You win,” he said with a moan.

He slammed into me faster and faster. My ass pounded against the edge of the counter in a staccato beat.

I squeezed once more, and he groaned long and loud. The hot wet rush of his release exploded inside me, and I felt supremely pleased with myself.

The sounds of the real world came flooding back to me, and I realized sleet was hitting the front window. Looking outside, I saw dusk was fully upon us.

He finally told me his name: Adam. Then added, “This is the best errand my mother’s ever asked me to run.”

 “I’m glad you came,” I said, then laughed at my own dirty joke.

We put ourselves together, and I handed over the order.

“I put some samples in there,” I told him. “Maybe they’ll entice you to come back.”

He kissed me hard and said, “I’ve already gotten a taste of what you’re offering. Trust me, I’ll be back.”

I certainly hoped so.