Page 43 of The Hot New Bartender in Town

I scoop her up into my arms. Her laughter echoes through the alleyway as I carry her down the stairs to my apartment door.

Inside, I lay her down on the bed and undress her slowly, kissing every piece of exposed skin until she’s writhing beneath me, begging me to be inside of her.

“Riley,” Tish whispers, her knees open around me. She strokes me, my cock already impossibly hard. “I need you.”

I enter her raw, the two of us long past barrier methods. Groaning with each thrust, I bury my face in her shoulder, feeling her nails dig into my back as I fuck her.

Fuck, I love this woman.

I’ve loved her since the moment I saw her. Since the moment she stepped up onto that stage upstairs and sang a single note, I had to have her. And then, here, when we sang together for the first time... I knew she was the one.

After everything we’ve been through this past year, I’d be a fool to let her go now.

With our bodies entwined and hearts in-sync, we come together. Her first, of course, but once her body starts quivering, and she moans my name in that perfect way, it’s impossible to hold on. I come hard, my cock buried so deep. Tish keeps herlegs curled around me, holding my body against hers as she kisses me sweetly.

“Riley,” she whispers. “I need you.”

I chuckle. “Again?”

“Again.” A deep kiss, her hands reaching around to grab my ass as she rolls her hips. “All night...”

She squeezes me from the inside and I shudder, my cock so damn sensitive. Too sensitive. I shift my hips back, pulling out of her, prompting a disappointed groan from her.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I say, guiding her legs off my shoulders. “Men gotta rest a bit in-between, you know.”

Tish giggles as I slide off the bed. “Oh, I guess I can wait...”

“Want a drink?”

“Yes, please.”

As I escape into the kitchenette, I peek at her over my shoulder. Tish pinches the bedsheet and rolls onto her side. The sheet clings to her body as she moves, highlighting the curve of her hips. One leg pokes out the bottom, her calf exposed to the cool air.

For a moment, I simply stand and watch. A perfect sight, for sure. She rests her head against the pillow and closes her eyes. Her chest rises and falls with her breath. A man could get used to this view.

And I will.

As soon as my little friend finally shows himself.

Silently, I sneak over to claim my pants off the floor, along with the small object that’s been burning a hole in the pocket all night.

Then, I casually return to the task at hand, opening the fridge in search of the ice cold bottle of amaretto I stashed in here earlier, along with some sour mix and cherries.

As I grab it all, the refrigerator light shines on the kitchen floor, illuminating the dark shadows beneath the table, along with Cat Jake’s large, green eyes hovering next to the table’s leg.

“There you are,” I whisper. Leaning down, I hold out my hand. “Come here.”

He obeys, always happy to be on the receiving end of pets and scratches. He bumps his head against my hand, purring softly.

“Good boy.” I pick him up and set him down on the kitchen counter so I can easily unhook his red collar. “Hold still...”

Peeking at the bed again, I confirm that Tish isn’t watching. Then I slide the collar back into place around Jake’s neck and point him in her direction.

“Go on,” I whisper. “To the bed.”

Jake leaps down off the counter. As I finish mixing two amaretto sours, I listen to his little paws tapping against the floor. He makes his way over to the bed and hops up onto it, quickly walking along the lump of Tish’s body to bump his head against hers.

Tish giggles, reaching out to pet him with closed eyes. “Hey, buddy,” she says.

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