NovelEndChapter 1493 Miles' face flushed a deeper shade of red than Felicity's as she spoke, his embarrassment palpable.
"I'll try to be careful..." he offered weakly.
But let's be real, for a man pushing thirty, with only a distant memory of intimacy from five years ago, restraint was a tall order. Now, with Felicity within reach again, all previous promises were tossed aside like yesterday's newspaper. However, due to his lack of recent experience, Miles' first attempt ended embarrassingly short of the ten-minute mark! Felicity, hand on her stomach and pushing him away, exclaimed, "You're done, why are you still here?" For the first time, Miles found himself drowning in a sea of embarrassment.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Let's go again." "No way!" Felicity protested, not caring about his performance, her concern was her discomfort. "You need to leave...ugh!" But halting now would be akin to a death sentence for Miles.
He knew Felicity too well. It wouldn't take three days before rumors of his brief endurance would spread like wildfire.
He had to redeem himself before the whispers began.
Late at night, the warehouse was still bustling with activity.
Craig, having just finished offloading a truckload of goods, took a well-earned break on the steps, lighting up a cigarette.
Carl, his coworker, tired from the night's labor, approached, asking for a smoke. Craig, without a word, tossed him a cigarette and lighter.
"Man, did you see that Mercedes blocking your truck at the freeway exit today? That's easily worth a few hundred grand, right?" Carl inquired, taking a drag. Craig exhaled a cloud of smoke, indifferent. "No idea." "With connections to people who drive cars like that, why slum it here with us? Carl joked, admiring Craig's looks. "And look at you, if I had your face and build, I'd probably be the one in that Mercedes!" Craig chuckled, dismissing the fantasy. "Dreaming's fine, but let's get back to work. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can get ssleep." Carl persisted, "I'm serious, you could..." "Fine, finda sugar mama then," Craig quipped, standing up to head back into the fray.
Inside, the middle-aged boss motioned for Craig to sit.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I'm good, just need to settle up for tonight's work, then we can head out," Craig replied.
The boss, walking over with a friendly slap on the shoulder, attempted to entice Craig with the offer of trying spremium tea.
"Not a fan, don't waste it on me." The boss chuckled, transferring the night's pay via a quick phone transaction. "There, all settled. Check it for yourself." Craig confirmed the amount and was ready to leave. "Alright, I'm off. Catch you next time, Blake." "Sure thing, I'll call you for the next job!" Exiting the warehouse, Craig shared his earnings with his fellow drivers.
Noticing Carl struggling with a few remaining boxes, Craig tenCaĤand, quickly clearing the task. "All done here. I'm heading out."
Wiping his brow, he turned to leave, but Carl, ever persistent, teasedm "What's s the rush? It's not like you're heading hto a wife. Con, let's hit the town."
Craig, caught between the lure of companionship and the solitude of Phe his own any hesitated." night was young, and the city's lights flickered with the promise of escapism.
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