Page 4 of Mr. Wicked

That made me want to bend her over in a bar full of patrons.

That made me want her screams to fill my ears.

That made me think that having her once, like all the other women I’d been with, wouldn’t be enough.

“Jovana,” I said when she neared, setting the edge of the tray on the corner of our table. “Now that’s a beautiful name.”

“It’s my mother’s maiden name. She deserves the compliment, not me.” She winked, then placed double vodkas in front of Holden and Easton. When there was one left, she held the glass for several moments, smiling, before she gave it to me.

“I thought you were going to take a sip,” I said to her.

“And what if I did? Would it upset you if my lipstick stained your glass?”

I pushed my torso into the table, closing more of the distance between us.

She didn’t back up.

She didn’t cower either.

I wondered how she’d react if I told her the tip of my cock was where I’d rather have her pink, glossy lips.

Instead of testing that statement, I said instead, “You can put your lips on anything of mine, including my Coke, which you forgot to bring.”

Her eyes narrowed as she turned her head to the side, giving me a profile view. I could still see her brain going into full-force thinking mode. “I forgot nothing.” Her hand dropped to her waist, where she dug into her apron and pulled out a Coke, which she set in front of me. “Bottles are much better than cans.”

I untwisted the top, hearing the fizz. “I’m surprised you had one. Most bars only have cans.”

“You’re right, that’s all we have.”

“Where’d you get this, then?”

“I gave you the one I brought from home that I planned to drink later.”

She was already fawning over me like I’d given her an orgasm.

Very interesting.

She smiled. “What’s your name?”

“Grayson Tanner.”

The name she’d be shouting in a few hours when she got off her shift.

I held out my hand, questioning whether I’d made a mistake by giving her the truth when a lie would be less risky.

When she reached forward to clasp my fingers, the only look I saw staring back was of interest. If she was connecting the dots, she was doing a hell of a job at hiding it. But the moment we touched fingers, that look changed.

It deepened.

It grew to the point where the warmth on her skin began to turn hot.

And when her chest rose to take a breath, it didn’t lower. It stayed high, like she was holding in all the air.

“Nice to meet you, Jovana.”

She finally released my hand and inhaled once more before she said, “And you.”

With my other hand, I held the Coke toward her. “Yours. If you want a sip, that is.”

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