Page 9 of A Major Puck Up

It only compounds with my next thought. Because, fuck, I’d like to get down on my knees and beg for her.

Keeping my focus fixed on her, I slide my card over to the bartender. “I’ll cover the bill of every person in the bar right now, plus I’ll tack on a 40 percent tip for you and every other employee working tonight if you can clear the place in fifteen minutes.”

Peaches’ golden eyes glow in excitement. “Whoa, money man. You know that’ll probably cost you ten grand, right?”

The bartender, who’s tapping away at the touch screen behind the bar like he wants to get my request processed before I change my mind, coughs out a laugh. “More like a hundred.”

“Grand?” she cries, her eyes going wide. “Are you insane? Tell him to stop.”

I simply lean back and smile. “Totally worth it.”

“Why? What in God’s name do you think I’ll do to you that would warrant dropping over a hundred thousand dollars so you can spend time alone with me?”

I sip my drink as I study her. She’s beautiful. Her skin is tinged pink from the alcohol and from her outrage over my extravagant spending.

“It’s not about what you’ll do to me. It’s what I’m going to do to you.” I lean in until my lips brush the shell of her ear. “I’m going to lay you out on this bar, and then I’m going to pull off your panties and drink right from the tap.”

She scoffs, but it’s breathy and sensual. “What?”

“Yes. I’ve finally decided on what I want, and it’s not on this menu. It’s you. One kiss told me the only thing that will satisfy me is you. That spot between your legs, if I’m being honest.”

“You’re insane. That’s—” She shakes her head, the move jerky. “That’s disgusting.”

That only pulls a laugh from me. She doesn’t truly believe that.

“Really? You’re telling me that the idea of me licking you clean, the idea of me using my tongue to play with your clit and pressing my fingers against your G-spot is disgusting?”

The color in her cheeks has darkened, and her chest is heaving now.

I push closer and twine my fingers through her long, wavy hair. Grasping the back of her neck, I tug her so close that when I speak, my lips brush hers. “You telling me that my tongue on your pussy isn’t exactly what you’ve wanted since the moment you sat down next to me? That you didn’t come to this bar with that plan in your head?”

Her lips part on an exhale, her warm breath fanning my face.

With a groan, I lick at the seam, all while keeping my eyes open. “You telling me that you haven’t been fantasizing about me fucking you since the moment you sat down next to me? That the mere thought of it doesn’t have you dripping for me right now?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Yes, you’re telling me the thought hasn’t crossed your mind? Or yes, you’re admitting that if I slid my hand up your dress and dipped my fingers between your legs right now, I’d feel just how drenched you are for me?”

“That,” she stutters. “That one. Yes.”

“Mmm.” Grasping her thigh, I lean back and holler “you’ve got five minutes” to the bartender.

And then my lips are on hers. The room around us goes hazy as we exchange kisses for oxygen, our desire for one another overpowering common sense. Common decency. I slide both hands up her legs to her waist and pull her close, positioning her between my thighs. No one but me gets to see the way her nipples pebble beneath this slinky black dress. No one but me gets to see the way she grinds down against the chair, needy and ready.

And as soon as I hear the snick of a lock at the front of the bar and the slam of the door in the back, I pull her up onto the bar and make good on my promise. I push her back, shove her dress up to her hips, and pull down her panties. Then I feast.

FOUR

MILLIE

Holy shit. My dad’s best friend is tongue-fucking me on a bar top in the middle of Boston.

Despite Gavin’s assumptions, this is not how I expected the night to go. Yes, I came in here to seduce him. Yes, I knew precisely who he was when he walked in. And yes, I had every intention of giving him my virginity in a big fuck-you to my father.

But god, I had no idea it could feel like this.

The bar is completely empty and dark. The only light is coming from behind the bar. The way it shines on us leaves me feeling like I’m on a stage.

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