Page 38 of Happy Endings

She kissed his neck before gently nibbling the sensitive spot below his ear.

He inhaled sharply. Then leaned his head back, letting her mouth leave a trail of goose bumps on his neck.

“Please? For my sex bucket list?” Her hot tongue swirled around the edge of his earlobe before traveling down to his collarbone.

“You have a sex bucket list?” It was getting harder to think straight. When he was a teen, he’d fantasized about having sex on the bar. Now that he was the one cleaning it every night, the fantasy had lost its charm. Until now.

“Mmm,” she replied into his neck. She’d turned her attention to the other side.

“All right, but you have to do what I say.”

“I’ve always liked this demanding side of you.” She slipped her hands under his shirt and found his nipples.

“I don’t want you to fall off and twist an ankle. Too much paperwork.” His eyelids drifted closed as her fingers drew circles. She still remembered how to make him ache with need. He forced his eyes open.Focus, Andre.He grabbed her wrists and pulled them to her side.

“I’ve missed you so much, Trixie.”

Damn, she looked so hot. Her light-tan face was flushed with arousal. Pupils wide, lips swollen from his kisses. He should take her right now. Bury himself deep inside her until they both screamed out in pleasure.

“Me too.” She gyrated. “Can we go to the bar now, Mr. Walker?” Andre didn’t know what tomorrow would be like between them, but dammit, he’d take her and make her come over and over.

“Only if you do what I say.”

Chapter 15

Trixie dragged herself off his lap, body shaking in excitement. Andre’s firm voice went straight to her core. Heat flashed between her legs. Her heart pounded.

Maybe giving in to her lust was a bad decision. But tonight was just a one-time thing. Didn’t she tell her customers that sex was a great way to release tension? She hadn’t had sex with anyone since she moved to DC. Unless she counted her vibrators, which paled in comparison next to Andre.

Sex with Andre would be a stress reliever and research at the same time. For work. One final fuck and she’d get him out of her system for good.

“What?” Patience had never been her friend. Not when orgasms were involved.

“Grab the Blow Me from your bag. The cinnamon one.” He leaned back in his chair, legs spread out.

Trixie licked her lips as her eyes dropped to the erection bulging under his jeans. Her fingers twitched, remembering his silky hardness from earlier.

“Time for some payback.” He reached up and slipped his hand into the neckline of her dress. When his fingers found her nipple, he lightly pinched it.

She gasped, but the pain quickly turned into pleasure as he rolled her beaded nipple between his fingers. As soon as she began to moan, he let go.

“Bring the bottle to the bar when you have it.”

She wanted to rip open her wrap dress and offer her breasts to him, but she didn’t. His eyes were dark and intense. If Andre really wanted the massage oil, she’d get it for him. Part of her was excited to put the oil to good use beside at a sales demo.

They’d never used anything more than lube when they were dating. Trying something new with him thrilled her and turned her on more than ever before.

Trixie nodded. She’d play along. No matter which massage oil he wanted to try, it meant the night would end with him buried inside her.

She sashayed across the dining room to her purple bags, making sure to exaggerate the movements of her hips. Behind her, Andre grunted in appreciation. Trixie smiled and bent over her bag to dig out the bottle of Pants-on-Fire Cinnamon.

“What a lovely view,” Andre called from his chair as she passed him on the way to the bar.

“Place the bottle on the bar,” he called when she reached the barstools lined across the front of the bar. “Boost yourself up onto the bar—but take your panties off first.”

What did he have planned? She’d expected a quickie from him. Especially since she’d put a halt to their earlier activity. Trixie reached under her dress and pulled down her black lace panties. She balled them up and tossed them at him.

Andre caught the panties midair. “A souvenir, Ms. Nguyen? Why, thank you.”

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