Page 64 of Force a Date

That pisses me off, but I hold my cool demeanor and tone. “I told you I was coming here.”

“No, you said you were going to a bar.” I steal a glance at the room: bartop, stools, liquor, bartenders—check. “I mean your kind of bar.”

Here we go the fuck again…

I’m way past tired of the age jokes. I can still run circles around her ass at my so-called delicate age and still do it twice as good.

Like fucking her.

And mowing the lawn without it appearing like I’m about to stroke out at any given moment.

“Describe what that looks like to me,” I request with a slight tilt of my head. “I’m not picturing that good enough in my mind.”

Liv waves her index finger around in the air. “One that doesn’t play Nicki Minaj talking about super freaks.”

“You’re not helping your case here, kid,” I argue. “Nicki Minaj was dropping hits while you were still playing with Barbies and listening to boy bands who hadn’t hit puberty yet.”

Now she’s giving an exasperated glare. “I highly doubt you were listening to her on your bike or car or whatever the hell it was you were driving.”

“Are you even allowed to drive?” I glance down at my wrist. “I thought you had to be done by nine when you have a learner’s permit.”

Liv drives a digit into my hard chest, conjuring my focus to fall back onto her. “You need to get your eyes checked.”

“Aw, sweetheart,” I coo, enjoying how pissed off she’s getting. “I didn’t think I had to be the one to tell you that guys at bars are bad ideas. You need to stop flaunting yourself around dudes that still live in their grandma’s basement.”

“I’m not going home with him.”

“Well, you’re on your way to starring in that The First 48 episode you mentioned earlier.”

“I have mace.”

“And obviously too much time on your fucking hands to go back out after I dropped you off. If you needed something to do, I could’ve thought of something.”

Her blue eyes become slits. “I didn’t want you to have to do anything else for me since picking me up was such a chore.”

“It was because I’m not your homie, Op. I’m your fucking boss.”

“You said that already,” she fires back. “So, this”—she ping-pongs her index finger between the both of us—“is completely unnecessary. And unprofessional.”

“So, I guess my next question of asking if you suck that bad at pool or letting that guy grind up against you for free is out of line.”

She pushes her tongue against her cheek, the universal sign from a female that she’s about to clap back at my ass with vengeance. “Hudson, when I called you daddy the other night, I didn’t expect you to play the role after we fucked. I don’t need you to—what you so graciously called earlier—babysit me.”

“You’re not going home with him.” The words tumble from my mouth before I can stop them and Liv quirks a brow in challenge.

“Come again?

“If you’re offering.” Those unblemished blue eyes tumble down my chest and give a once-over along the black ink of my arms. It’s written all over her expression. The way her body doesn’t know what to do with itself when I’m around. “Keep eye-fucking me, Opie, and we’re gonna have a playdate in the bathroom.”

“I don’t fuck in bathrooms, they’re cliché,” she mumbles, still taking her assessment of me as if she’s never seen me before. “However…” Those blues skate back up to mine as that bottom plush lip is captured beneath her teeth. “I’m not above bending over your bike.”

My cock instantly springs to life at that prospect and how she’d look over my gas tank while I fuck her from behind.

She knows what she’s doing.

She’s fully aware that I loved every single moment that my cock was deep inside her tight cunt and listening to her suppressed moans of pleasure. “I bet you would.”

“Wouldn’t you?” I swear to God she looks up at me under those eyelashes, intent on having me act on that proposal.

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