Page 70 of Power Play

The man is a flirt, always has been. But according to him, he hasn’t been with anyone for quite a while. He has options, plenty of them, but none of them the girl he wants.”

“Sure,” Cassie says with a giggle. “Hey, Rex. Nice win tonight.”

“Thanks, where’s Sawyer?”

“Oh, she’s at the bar waiting for more of the drinks. I’m heading back to help her,” she says.

“No. Don’t. I’ve got it,” I tell her. She’s obviously satisfied with my answer if her bright smile tells me anything.

Fucking women and their sappy emotions.

Looking over at the bar, there’s Sawyer, innocently talking with the bartender. The male bartender. I have no problem with her talking to him, but I’m immediately punchy as I watch him shamelessly fucking flirt with her.

Clenching my fist, I have to remind myself that I would have to deal with Bernard if I had assault charges, and that’s not a conversation I’d wish on anyone.

I lean up against the bar behind Sawyer, who’s busy on her phone, and gesture to the bartender.

“Just a moment, I’m helping this pretty lady out,” he snaps rudely at me before turning back to Sawyer, who’s oblivious to the whole situation. Sawyer must be waiting for Cassie to come back to help carry these trays, and this bartender is talking her ear off.

“Me too,” I tell him, passing him my card. “Put all of these on my tab.”

“She already opened one,” he says.

“Then close it. She’s mine, and I always take care of what’s mine,” I grumble, but Sawyer notices me before I can continue, her whole face lighting up, erasing all of my frustration. Well, most of it, but that’s better than anyone else has done before, so that’s saying something.

“Hey, you!” She beams, not hesitating to lean in for a hug.

Wrapping my arms around her, I ignore the bartenders glare at my interruption of their “moment.”

Motherfucker, she’s mine. I’m sure of that much. What exactly that means? I’m fucking clueless.

“Hey, baby girl,” I whisper, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. “I missed you.”

Looking up at me, her bright blue eyes staring deep into my soul. I see the moment that she truly believes my words as her eager eyes darkened. “You just saw me a couple hours ago.” She beams.

“I know I did,” I grumble in her ear, turning her till her front is pressed against me. Using one finger, I lift her chin until she’s staring into my eyes again. “But it was a long week, and I hated that I didn’t get to see you more.”

I can’t help myself any longer, and I lean in, brushing our lips together in a quick kiss.

“I missed you too,” Sawyer whispers quietly, her teeth gently biting into her lower lip.

“Let’s grab these drinks and head back to the table, I’m ready for a drink,” I tell her, ready to be in a place where I can actually sit and talk to her. Grabbing the trays, we turn around, leaving a very pissed off bartender. Leaning forward, I whisper quietly in her ears, “Oh, and quit biting your lip. It makes me want to lay you out on his bar top and eat you out while everyone else in this bar watches you squirm beneath my mouth.”

I smirk at the blush that begins on her neck and rises all the way up to her cheeks. I love watching her squirm, even when it’s just from my words.

“You’re incorrigible,” she grumbles, turning her face and trying to hide her smile.

Getting back to our table, more of the guys have gotten here, so everyone’s made it. Grabbing a drink, I sit in one of the chairs at the table next to their booth. We have a large group, so spreading out has become necessary. As soon as Sawyer grabs her drink, she tries to slide into the booth next to Cassie, but I shake my head. “Come here.”

Grabbing her drink, she walks over and sets it down before going to sit in the chair next to me. Before she can, I grab her hips and pull her back into my lap.

“Sit,” I mutter, ignoring the way the others look at us, like they’re just dying to ask questions but afraid they’ll fuck it up or something. It’d be almost humorous if it weren’t so annoying.

“That’s what I was doing, you barbarian,” Sawyer giggles, not minding at all as she wiggles her way back in my lap, grinding along my quickly hardening cock with every move she makes.

“Stop wiggling,” I whisper in her ear. “Or I’ll make good on my promise from earlier. I’m always prepared to eat dessert.”

Her eyes darken, and I can tell she’s turned on by the idea of people watching us. Her next words come out in a sassy, joking way, but when she says, “Yes, sir.”

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