Page 2 of Forever His This Christmas

“I’m cutting you off after this one,” the bartender stated when he put it in front of her with a smile. She lifted an eyebrow towards him but only saw his laughing reply in his eyes. “Can’t have you passing out on me again after all, beautiful. I promise I’ll find another backup, so you’re not always stuck sitting here while the others have fun.”

She was about to say something when the two guys moved away from her, and she tilted her head to the side studying the guy. “Want to explain that one?”

“Looked like the last thing you wanted was for them or any other guy in this place to hit on you.”

“You were listening in on my conversation with my friend, weren’t you?” she asked, fighting against a slight smile as his eyes slid over her. She could read the interest in them but for once, she wasn’t annoyed with it. Far from it in fact which was a bit shocking all on its own.

“I might have overheard a bit of it,” he replied leaning towards her on the bar. “I’m Corey by the way.”

“Lisa,” she offered in return. “You know when they see you serving me another drink, they’ll know you were lying.”

“Who says I’m going to serve you another drink? This one’s likely to knock you over.”

“Trust me it won’t,” she said with a laugh because while she might not drink while out at the bars, at home with just her friends, she still liked to have a good time. “You are looking at the party girl herself. I used to drive my mother crazy; still do I guess.”

“I don’t know many moms who’d be happy with their daughters having sex at a football game,” he stated with a smirk she found incredibly sexy.

“Youwerelistening,” she mused, not caring one bit about it. Her past sexual exploits weren’t even close to being embarrassing to her. Most were armor—protection against what others were saying to and about her. “I bet you weren’t much better when you were seventeen.”

“No, not really,” he said with a shrug of his wide shoulder, “only I was the QB on the field so I couldn’t experience the other side of the equation during the game.”

“Then obviously your defense was better than our team’s was,” she said with a grin that had him laughing.

“Maybe I just wasn’t that fast…” he suggested with a wink that sent her body flaring with heat and hunger.

“True, but there’s times when fast is good.”

“Oh, there is, but some nights you want to go so slow that the other person is screaming in the best sort of agony possible,” he countered giving her a look that made her pulse quicken. That was something she hadn’t felt in a long time, but it was dangerous. She should not be giving in like this. It wasn’t likely to end well. None of her relationships had ever ended well.

“Are you hitting on me too?” she questioned trying to keep herself under control. The heat sizzling between them was about to engulf her, but she liked it—a lot.

“If I were hitting on you, we’d be in the back room already, baby.”

“Pour me that fourth drink and we’ll see about it,” she suggested watching as he made it.

“A kiss for it,” he said holding it back when she reached for it.

“I should warn you it’s possible for you to drop dead from one,” she teased even as she leaned forward and touched her lips to his. It was all she needed to know, and she saw the flare in his eyes match hers when she pulled back, her body urging her for more. For something real tonight.

“You certainly need a warning label,” he agreed as another guy came out into the area behind the bar. “About time you showed…”

“Sorry boss got held up,” the newcomer stated looking between them with interest Corey ignored, his attention remaining on her.

“Feel like a fifth?” Corey asked with a smile that left her wanting more than just a drink. “Somewhere a bit more private?”

“Make it a double and you’ve got me,” she admitted knowing not to fight this. It’d been so long since she’d felt need like this—maybe never to quite this depth but that might simply be because of how long it’d really been. She finished her drink as hecame around the bar and took her hand, leading her through the back towards the stairs.

Corey knew it was insane, but she was beautiful and the first person he’d felt an interest in since his divorce was finalized two months ago. The marriage itself had been over for nearly two years but Donna drug it out wanting everything she could get.

Apparently, she hadn’t killed everything about him as he’d feared when a chance encounter with an old girlfriend ended disappointingly several months ago. Despite wanting it to happen and an initial surge of need, nothing further had happened to have the evening progressing. His body was against it then, unlike now. From the moment he’d laid eyes on her, he’d felt an urge of desire unlike anything before, and it’d only grown deeper since talking to her.

Now, his body was desperate and aching. He pulled Lisa around to him as they moved up the steps towards the room over the bar. Settling a kiss on her, lifting her against him when they reached the top.

She pushed at his shirt the second they walked through the door, their lips parting only long enough for him to remove it before wrenching hers over her head. His lips trailed down her neck and she gripped his shoulders making him need more. Need all of her spread out under him before he lost it.

“What about that drink?” he asked, moving her hair aside.

“Later,” she stated when he found a spot that made her shudder.

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