Page 48 of Devilish Ink

He made me lose my feckin’ mind. I forgot we were out in public, literally standing in a doorway, letting in the cold, until clapping, whistling and calls of “look at him eatin’ the face off her,” broke through my senses.

A group of pimply college-aged guys stood waiting to get into the warmth, all grinning ear to ear.

“Jaysus,” one of them said, “I should come to dis bar more often.”

I hid my face in Lee’s warm jacket as he took a feckin’ bow.

I tried to detach from him as he led me through the wood-panelled bar to a booth near the back.

But he held me close to his side.

His possessiveness should annoy me, but my inner feminist obviously lost her mind, too, cheering away like all the other parts of me forTeam Lee.

There wasn’t a single soul in this damn bar that didn’t know I was with him.

As the other women in this bar shot him appreciative glances and me jealous ones, I found myself leaning against him, a smugness settling over me.

He wasmine.

Jaysus, Ry, where the hell did that come from?

Okay, then, he was mine for as long as I stayed in this cursed town.

A hard knot sat like a weight in my stomach.

He ushered me into a booth and bought us two drinks: him a pint of Beamish, me, a “jammie and ginger”.

He returned quickly and slid into the booth, trapping me into the wood-panelled wall, sitting way too close to me.

God, he smelled good. Like wood and spice and the hint of engine grease.

I scowled as I gulped down my drink, hoping the cold Jameson whiskey mixed with sweet and spicy ginger ale would cool me off.

He was trying to torture me. Kiss me like that back at the studio then take me to a bar, then sit way too fucking close to me?

Two could play that game.

Under the table I rubbed my hand over his cock in his jeans.

He hardened instantly in my hand.

It was thick and hard and lord help me, it might hurt a little when he thrust into me but Jaysus, Mary and Joseph did I want that so badly.

Fuck going back to my gaff, there was a public toilet here somewhere. I’d never been a public toilet kinda gal. But then again, I’d never met someone so…sexy and frustrating as Lee.

“Ryleigh!” he hissed, grabbing my wrist to prevent me from stroking him any further. “What are you doing?”

I glared at him. “What areyoudoing?”

He groaned as I reached down with my other hand and rubbed the head of his cock. Fuck, he was growing even thicker.

“I’m trying to have our first date.” He scrambled to grab my other hand.

“What?”

“Pints. Drinks. Our firstdate,” he said between grunts.

I froze.

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