Page 43 of Riley

“Having fun yet, Professorrr?” Eric said, slightly slurring his r’s as he slammed down his shot glass.

“Not quite. Standing around doing shots isn’t my idea of fun,” I said as I slid the shot glass toward the barkeep, shaking my head to say we were done for the moment.

Aaron and Lane were laughing about something as one of the strippers tugged and pulled at Drew, begging him to take the stage with them.

Eric extended his arms along the bar, the motion drawing attention to his defined forearms. He blew some dark hair out ofhis eyes, with his pouty, perfect lips. He leaned back, crossing his legs, enticing me apathetically with his perfect pout, his bright blue eyes, and his flirtatious, sensual look.

His tone was cheerful, but his eyes didn’t sparkle like the usually did.

“Awww is the victor not enjoying his spoils?” Eric taunted, the alcohol making him sound huskier than usual.

“I’d enjoy it a lot more if I could pry you away from the bar... and handsy strippers,” I said as my brother and his cohorts whoomped and hollered yet again, chasing the pretty girl who was all over Eric moments ago, and Drew toward the stage.

“Oh, is that what you want...” Eric said, slowly taking a step toward me, his blue gaze full of sadness, despite the grin on his face. His dark hair fell in his face, and instinctively, I pushed it away, behind the shell of his ear.

“You want to whisk me away in your carriage off to your fucking castle, Cinderella?” he breathed out.

I settled my hand on his hips, captivated by his gaze, his hot breath on my skin.

“Like you’re my knight in shining armor?”

“There are a lot of things I want to do with you,” I whispered, letting my thumb trace his solid jawline.

Eric looked up at me, his gaze imploring mine. “Green’s a good color on you, Riley,” Eric purred, his fingers teasing the loops of my jeans.

“I’m not jealous,” I huffed as the bartender slid me a shot. “I said?—”

“This one’s from the guy down there,” he said, nodding to Grayson, who held up a shot, Henry wrapped around him like a coiled snake.

I took the shot, pursing my lips. After all, I didn’t want to be impolite. I raised it, shot it, and slammed it back down on the bar. The burn of the pumpkin-flavored vanilla liquor was prevalent, and I sucked in a deep breath.

“I’m just testing out the product. Isn’t that what you brought me here for?” Eric’s breath against my neck was warm, and I leaned closer into him, his fingertips trailing lightly over my thigh, just next to my aching cock.

I stared down at him with a mixture of fury and desire, of jealousy and arousal. I wanted to kiss him. In this stupid room full of pert breasts and clapping cheeks, underneath the neon lights.

But I wantedmoretoo.

I wanted to explore Eric’s mysterious alleyways until I knew every corner and crevice of his mind, body, and soul.

“Dance with me,” I breathed, my heart thudding loudly in my chest. It wasn’t a request.

It was aneed.

I needed to feel Eric’s body pressed against me, needed to feel his lips on mine, his hardness against mine. The desire was overwhelming, especially this close, knowing we weren’t truly alone.

Eric snickered, showcasing his pearly white canines in a way that was so undeniablyhotit made me wonder if I had a fetish for sexy grins.

Or perhaps just a fetish for pretty boys with attitudes.

“Careful, Riley. You’re starting to sound like a possessive asshole. All demanding and shit,” Eric teased.

My cock stiffened in my tight pants, and a part of me worried someone—anyone—would see the burgeoning tent forming.

Seriously, how do guys wear pants this tight?

But as I looked into Eric’s pristine eyes, as the sounds of Enrique crooned about never being lonely, for the first time, I didn’t care.

Iwantedsomeone to see us. To see me with my hands on his hips, my lips on his.

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