Page 20 of Never Kiss and Tell

I whistle through my teeth. “He really doesn’t know you, does he?”

Priscilla pouts her pink lips together and bats her eyelashes at me. “Don’t be mean to me, baby.”

I grit my teeth against her favorite pet name and grab the money bag from the counter.

“We’re closing.”

Priscilla smiles and follows me out from behind the bar.

“I just can’t stop thinking about last time. You know?”

I shake my head. No, I don’t remember. Usually, our meetings involve a heavy amount of liquor.

“You put it in my ass and Ilovedit.”

Panic wells inside me for some reason and I jerk back, covering her mouth with my palm and pressing her into a dark corner where no one is lurking. Marybeth is across the bar, running the vacuum, the cooks are in the kitchen, Dad has already gone home for the night.

“Shhh . . .” I scold, releasing her.

Her lips quirk at the corners. “Don’t you want to do it, again?” She purrs, running her hand down the buttons of my shirt. For some reason, my mind flashes back to the courtyard with Bailey this morning. Her reaching out and touching me had sent a jolt of pure electricity through me, stunning me so much that I had shoved her off.

Now, Priscilla is here, doing the same thing and I feel absolutely nothing, just like always.

“I’m pretty busy. I have a lot of paperwork to catch up on.”

It’s a lie. She knows it and I know it, but it’s what I’m sticking to.

Priscilla giggles, running her palm over my cock. Despite myself, it twitches at the attention.

“Paperwork is for boring losers with nothing better to do. Play with me.”

I look around as her hand continues to rub me through my jeans. My cock grows hard, and though I know I should say no,I know she won’t stop until I agree.

“Fine, but you can’t stay. And this isjustsex.”

She beams, finally sealing her hand around me and stroking me. Heat radiates up my spine, but I push her hand off and go to finish my closing duties.

Despite her attitude, Priscilla is hot. With her tight body from Pilates or yoga — whatever shit she does — to her small perky tits and perfectly sculpted ass, any man would be crazy not to notice.

I take her home, avoiding looking at the light on in the room next to mine as I unlock the door.

“Who’s staying there?” Priscilla asks, pointing to the window.

“Andi’s friend.”

Priscilla grimaces. “The blonde? I don’t like her.”

Tension crawls up my spine.

“She’s here for the wedding.”

I don’t have to explain it to her, but I know Priscilla. She will go out of her way to make Bailey’s life a living hell, and while I would love to watch her squirm a bit, I also feel a sort of disgusting need to protect her.

I unlock the door and pull Priscilla inside, pushing her to my room after locking the door back behind me. The air conditioning hits me at full blast, cooling the warmth of the day on my skin.

In the room, Priscilla is already stripped down to a black bra and thong, perched on the bed. She leans back on her elbowsand smiles at me, grinning like I’m a prize she won at the fair. I’m pissed that I can’t help but picture Bailey in the backyard this morning. I’d vowed to stay away from her, yet my sister is parading her under my nose.

I push the wicked thoughts of Bailey’s tan legs from my mind and unbutton my shirt, then my pants. Priscilla stops me, reaching for me and pulling my cock from my jeans. She runs her tongue along the head, before sliding me all the way to her throat. I let out a low groan, tugging at the strands of her blonde hair.

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