I smiled and led him into the bar.
I went behind it and he sat on one of the couches nearby, examining the selection. Noah had always kept it well-supplied. He had loved parties and entertaining more than anyone I’d ever met.
“What would you like?” I asked.
“Can I get a whiskey on the rocks?”
“No problem.” I made him his drink and carried it out. As I put it on the table in front of him, I bent my whole body forward.
The neck of my shirt slipped a little, revealing more of my breasts.
He looked.
And then he sighed. “Listen, uh, I gotta be honest.”
Please don’t tell me you’re married.
“The part was just an excuse to come back by.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Yeah, I wanted to see you again.”
I smiled and came around the bar, sitting down on the couch next to him. “Well, I’m not mad that you stopped by.”
“No?”
“Not at all.”
I put my Cosmo down on the coffee table.
And leaned up to kiss him.
He met me in the middle of the couch, one hand immediately dropping to rest on my thigh. I wanted to pull it higher, guide his fingers between my thighs, but I held off.
It would happen soon.
I was sure he’d give me everything I wanted.
I slid closer to him, twisting to face him. His other hand ran through my hair, pushing it back from my face as we kissed each other harder, deeper.
His tongue slid into my mouth.
I nipped gently at the tip before running my own against it.
Myles shifted first. He put one knee on the couch, turning toward me. I put one hand behind me to start leaning him back, pulling him down.
The windows were open, the sun still awake.
Anybody who stopped and looked could see this happening.
And I didn’t care at all.
I needed something to make me feel good. I needed Myles to fuck me, to give me what I’d seen in his swim trunks earlier. I needed to forget how sad I was, how lonely, how hurt.
This was what I wanted. More than anything.
I let Myles go, reaching for the bottom of his shirt. He sat up to let me pull it off. I flung it across the living room, not caring where it landed.