Page 9 of The Hot New Bartender in Town

The cat hops down off the table and disappears into a shadowed corner.

“Damn,” Riley says. “That word really is magic.”

“You work in customer service,” I tease. “You should know that.”

“I’ll make a note,” he says, eager to steal another kiss.

I let him have one, gripping his shirt and pulling him closer. With our lower bodies flush together, I roll my hips in a slow grind that sends bolts of heat through my core. I gasp softly; the pleasing kisses made better by the teasing rub between my thighs.

Riley hums against my lips. “Oh, do that again,” he whispers.

I grind us together, and he groans.

“Fuck.”He kisses me harder, deeper. “You feel so good.”

I drag my fingers down his back, sliding my hands into the back pockets of his jeans. “So do you.”

He moves with me, pushing his groin against mine as I roll, and we tremble. I ache to feel him already, to feel skin against skin. As I move my hands, slipping my fingers beneath his white T-shirt, he does the same, pushing his hand up my shirt to cup my breast over the bra. My nipples harden from the attention, sending another aching wave of pleasure down my spine.

We kiss and tease, our bodies tingling, our nerves ignited. When I roll my hips again, I feel the length of his erectionpushing hard against his zipper. Riley releases an aching groan, his tongue curled around mine.

“Riley,” I whisper, my body on fire.

“Tish,” he replies, the name sounding so very good.

“How far are we going here?”

His lips curl against mine. “How far do you want to go?”

“How far doyouwant to go?”

A deep kiss, full of thought. “We both say it on three.”

“Okay,” I say in agreement. “One.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

Silence.

We crack up, our fully clothed bodies entwined on the couch. “Riley,” I whine.

“Hey, you didn’t answer, either.”

“I don’t want to go home tonight,” I say, catching my breath as the words spill out of me. Feeling bold beneath him, I nod at my handbag by the table. “I have a condom. In my bag.”

“I have some, too,” he says.

“Good.”

“Good.”

“Then...” I swallow hard. “We should use one.”

“Yeah, sure,” he says, also swallowing. “Let’s.”

“Let’s.”

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