Page 83 of Time to Bounce

I grinned at her.

The band started up and Athena had to move closer to me to hear what I said next.

“Anyway, back to Barney. He loves everything about this place and makes it what he wants to make it. And people fuckin’ love it because it’s the best food in the area with great prices, and even better bands,” I said over the din of the band warming up.

“So there are no cameras at all?” she asked, and there was something about the curiosity in her voice that had me sitting up a little straighter.

“No,” I leaned in close. “Why are you asking that?”

Her hand went to my thigh and started to move up.

My heart started to pound.

“No reason,” she chirped.

I would’ve had something more to say to her, but the waitress came back to the table with our drinks then sat down and leaned into us as she yelled at us about what we wanted to order.

I gave my order, Athena gave hers, and then she took off.

I looked down at Athena and wondered if her earlier comment about being bare was accurate.

Sure, earlier when she’d launched herself at me off the top steps, I’d definitely felt some bare ass when I’d caught her, instinctively putting my hand over her to keep the douche who was looking at her so intently from seeing anything important.

But I’d just assumed she was wearing a thong.

Was she really wearing nothing?

The curiosity was killing me.

I’d been thinking about it nonstop and I wanted the answer.

Plus, she’d almost just given me the green light to find out.

Hadn’t that been where she was going when she’d asked about the cameras?

The lights over our heads dimmed severely, leaving just enough light to see your table and your companions at your table, but nothing else.

I could see several people using their phones to see their menus, which would’ve normally had me laughing had my cock not been so damn hard.

My hand went to her thigh, and she instinctively parted her legs for me.

I moved my hand up higher, then closed my eyes when I felt the bare lips of her sex against my fingers.

“Fuck,” I growled.

She leaned into me, burying her face between the booth and my shoulder, and widened her legs farther.

She was wet.

Really wet.

And it took absolutely nothing to slip my pinky into her pussy and pause.

“Jesus, baby,” I growled, turning my head so that my mouth was next to her ear. “Why are you so wet?”

I knew why.

I’d tasted her earlier, gotten her worked up with a few licks of her pussy, and then left her hanging.

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