Page 39 of Happy Endings

“I—I—you can’t have those!” she stammered. “They’re one of my favorite pairs.”

“Hop on up.” He stuffed her panties in the front pocket of his jeans. “Need a hand?”

Trixie turned to the bar. Reaching almost her chest, it was higher than she thought. Maybe having sex on the bar wasn’t a good idea. She couldn’t afford to get hurt. That would put her out of commission.

“Um, maybe we can go to your office instead.” She bit her lip, embarrassed.

“What about your sex bucket list?”

“I wrote it. I can change it.” She shrugged. Trixie had lied about her bucket list, but after tonight she’d write one.

“Come on.” Andre grabbed her waist. “On the count of three, hop and I’ll help you up.”

“I’m too heavy,” she protested. “We can—”

“Three!”

With some effort, he picked her up and set her on his bar. Trixie gasped and looked down. The ground seemed very far away. Cool air flowed under her dress as her legs swung.

“I like this,” she said breathily.

Andre looked at her and smiled. “You’re about to like it even more.”

With his eyes still locked on hers, he placed his right hand on her left knee. The warm hand slid up her thigh, under her dress. His left hand repeated the action on her right knee. He pushed her knees apart. She adjusted her butt on the bar to open herself to him.

He gathered the silky fabric of her skirt and pushed it up behindher hips. She inhaled sharply as the cool air caressed her outer lips. His large warm hands caressed her sensitive inner thighs.

Trixie’s breathing quickened, and her head fell back. His touch was familiar, even if the situation between them wasn’t. That newness charged the air around them. Part of her wanted to ride him until they both came, but she also wanted to savor this moment between them. Explore the new people they’d become.

Sitting up on the bar with her legs splayed and her pussy bared to him turned her on even more. She shifted to spread her legs farther apart so he could see the wetness of her arousal. His gaze fell down between her legs.

“Damn, woman. You’re so wet.” His voice was low and hoarse. “I’d like nothing more than to bury myself inside you.”

“Why don’t you?” she whispered at the tight curls on his head. “Take me.”

“It’s been two years since I’ve been with anyone.” He shook his head. “I’m taking my time and enjoying every second.”

Two years? She did quick math in her head. This meant he hadn’t slept with anyone since they’d broken up. Based on the amount of flirting happening at his bar, she was shocked that he hadn’t found comfort in someone.

“Ready for your payback?” he asked, holding up the bottle of Blow Me.

Before she could respond, he squeezed some of the warming massage oil onto her thighs. She gasped. The oil was cold on her skin. The cold was replaced by his warm hands as he rubbed the oil into her thighs. The sweet, spicy cinnamon scent filled the air.

His hands caressed her, moving higher and higher up her thighs. She tensed and braced herself, waiting for him to reach theache between her thighs. But he pulled back each time. Leaving her on the edge.

She forced herself to breathe through her nose in order to tamp down the desire to stand up and pleasure herself. With almost two years’ experience becoming an expert on an entire collection of vibrators and dildos, self-pleasuring had become her art form.

Though the urge to touch herself was strong, she needed to feel Andre’s hands on her body. Much like her fantasy with him as she pleasured herself with Jack of All Trades. Except now she didn’t have to fantasize. He was right in front of her.

“Not much of a payback,” she teased, hoping lighthearted ribbing would convince him to touch the heat between her outer lips.

“Always in such a hurry, Ms. Nguyen.” Andre grabbed some napkins from behind her and wiped his hands. He bent his head closer to her thighs.

Finally.

And he blew. Her already warm thighs flared as the massage oil heated her skin.

Trixie gasped. Pants-on-Fire felt nothing like how it felt on her arm. There it was a pleasant warmness that made her skin tingle. On her thighs, the fire spread across her body and converged at her pussy.

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