Page 4 of Red My Lips

Making my way through the men on the couch, I take drink orders. When I hand Jonas a rum and coke, my smile is genuine as I picture what I have planned for him. The patchwork man next to him—who introduces himself as Dane while he feels me up with his eyes—orders a whiskey sour. The gorgeous black man, Anders, and the grizzly man, Messer, each order a vodka on the rocks, along with premium champagne. Trinity makes a show of pouring the bubbly for each of the men. Then she gets to him.

He doesn’t introduce himself, he simply reclines on the couch like he owns the room. There’s an air of arrogance about him, a slight smirk on his unbelievably gorgeous face. Placing a glass of champagne on the table in front of him with a dazzling smile, Trinity addresses him in her best money-making voice.

“What else can I get for you?” she asks.

“Cognac straight,” he replies simply before his gaze moves back to me. Opening the Remy Martin, I pour him a glass. His eyes don’t move from me once. Not when I hand him the drink, not when I move away when Anders calls for some of the cognac. Not when Messer leans over to say something to him, making him smile in a way that sparks between my legs. I can feel his eyes on me, heady and unrelenting, for most of the night.

Most clubs have strict rules about touching the bottle girls, or at least they claim to. And most tables on the floor are monitored by security, so the girls have an easier time with the men who get too handsy. But Inferno is more ‘hands-on,’ especially for the VIP tables. Touching is allowed, and bottle girls do what they have to in order to get the men to empty their wallets and max out their Amex cards. Short of having sex on the sofa or standing on the table and stripping, everything goes.

When Dane wants me to dance with him, I do. I let loose and move my body with his to the thrumming music. He presses close behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist as he grinds against my ass. I’m good at shaking my ass, and there’s a lot of ass for me to shake. It’s definitely one of my best assets.

Trinity and I dance, mingle, and keep the drinks flowing. With every movement, every laugh, every appeasing smile, I can feel his eyes on me. His gaze follows me like a shadow–dark and knowing.

“Do you need anything? More cognac?” Trinity asks him. He looks up at her in consideration for a moment before responding.

“I want a venom shot.” His dark gaze moves from Trinity to lock on me. “From her.” Trinity backs off as I grab the bottle of tequila from the bar cart, along with the salt and lime wedge. His eyes skate over my skin, making my nerves go haywire. My heart rate jumps, and my core clenches with desire. He’s as hot as he makes me feel.

Strutting over to him, I swing one leg over his lap to straddle him. If he minds my full weight in his lap, he doesn’t show it. This is what he asked for, and his hardening cock against my thigh tells me exactly how he feels about it.

Sticking two of my fingers into my mouth, I suck on them before dragging them back out slowly to draw an x over my heart in my saliva. His hooded eyes track my movements carefully. Taking the salt, I pour some onto the dampness on my left breast.

Tossing my hair, I make a show of arching my chest towards him in offering as I lift the tequila to my mouth. He doesn’t hesitate to lean down and run the flat of his tongue across my salted skin. The heat of his mouth makes my breath hitch before I take a big swig.

Pushing him back against the couch and leaning over him, my hand circles his throat under his jaw and tilts his head back. I lean in as he parts his lips for me to spit the shot of tequila into his mouth. His groan is lost in the music, but I feel it vibrating in his chest. Reaching for the lime wedge, I place it between my teeth. When I lean in to let him take the fruit with his own mouth, he lets it drop between us as his lips claim mine.

Goddamn.

The way his mouth moves against mine feels like he’s waited a million lifetimes to kiss me. Taking in long pulls, deep and hungry—he devours me until I can feel it all the way down to my toes. He draws me closer until I’m sinking into him as I let him take my mouth with unrelenting passion. Our breath mingles, passing oxygen back and forth until I’m lightheaded. His hands—big, strong, tattooed hands—grab handfuls of my thighs and ass, greedy to own and explore.

Demanding entry, his tongue plunges into my mouth, pulling a soft moan from me. Potent chemistry sparks between us until we’re engulfed in white-hot flames. I rock against him, my pussy wet and needy for the massive erection I can feel growing beneath me. My hands run down his chest to fist the lapels of his leather jacket, pulling him impossibly close.

I need more.

I’ve never been so overtaken by a man before, never been drowned in so much lust that I’m left gasping for air. A growl vibrates through his chest when my teeth catch his bottom lip, giving it a sharp tug before licking the pain away. When my teeth graze his tongue, it’s like I’ve unleashed something inside him. His hips grind up against me, his rock-hard cock rubbing me right where I need it, earning a soft gasp.

Sure fingers are slipping under the hem of my dress on a mission when a percussive sound rips us back into our surroundings.

Bang!

Breaking away from each other abruptly, I’m suddenly being hugged to a strong, solid chest.

The pop of a champagne bottle is followed closely by a bang of the cork hitting the ceiling and a chorus of excited shouts. Everyone else has migrated to the other end of the sofa, where Trinity is opening the second bottle of champagne. As realization sets in, I can feel his body relax against me, his arms loosening their protective hold.

Pulling out of his grasp, I slide off his lap onto the sofa next to him. Forcing a deep breath, I look up at the ceiling as I regain my composure—or at least the appearance of it. Glancing over at the man I almost fucked right here in front of a bunch of people, I can see he’s doing the same thing. Resting against the back of the sofa, he tilts his head to look over at me, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Smiling, his tongue runs along the bottom of his top teeth in a way that’s both self-satisfied and begging for more. My red lipstick has transferred onto his lips, making them look even more tempting. I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from leaning back in for round two.

Without a word, I stand from the couch. Ignoring the intense gaze I can feel touching every inch of my body behind me, I readjust my skirt and run my fingers through my hair.

I make eye contact with Trinity across the room. She looks pointedly at the mirror behind the bar, and I know I need to clean up my lipstick. That’s the only thing her eyes tell me before she turns back to the guests—no judgment or disapproval. That’s why I love her.

Stepping behind the bar, I take a moment to fix my lipstick where it’s smeared. Luckily, this lip combo is fairly makeout-proof and cleans up with a few swipes of my finger. I take this time to fluff my hair and straighten my bangs as well. Lust still thrums inside me, making me wish I could turn around and have the sinful man finish what he started.

I don’t feel a single ounce of regret. There’s nothing for me to feel bad about. If I were a real employee, I might have something to worry about—there are certain lines bottle girls and guests aren’t supposed to cross. But I don’t give a single shit about this job. In fact, I’d love to be fired. So if the mysterious new owner has a problem with me fraternizing with their hot-as-fuck guests, that’s their problem.

They can kiss my fat ass.

I release a cleansing breath and force myself to refocus. As much as I need to be railed into oblivion, my energy needs to be directed at another goal tonight. Jonas can have a great time drinking at the club tonight, but it’ll be his last. He’s going to feel every bit of pain he’s inflicted on others, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.

Gazing at my sexy reflection in the mirror, the pulsing club music dances through me. I can see the tattooed god checking out my ass in my peripheral vision. I suck in a deep breath, soaking in the attention and the energy around me. Turning around, I swipe a bottle of vodka off the bar along with a couple of shot glasses. I’m ready to take on the rest of the night.

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