Page 68 of Rough Ride

But as soon as I crushed my lips against hers, I knew she wanted this every bit as much as I did.

It was hot, and hard, and hurried. Two bodies magnetically connecting without any rational thought. The only thing that mattered, the only thing that evenexisted, was the electric sensation destroying and recreating the nerves in our joined parts as we surrendered to what we so severely wanted.

Sophie was like putty underneath my fingers and lips, a realization that drove my own hungry thrusts. She was totally consumed by me; she didn’t even notice when I knocked over a box of glasses as I carried us over to lock the door. Her lidded gaze existed for me, and only for me.

It was the most heavenly feeling in the world.

And when she came apart underneath me on the table, wrapping her legs around my waist and clamping her pussy lips down on my hard length, it was my turn to melt. I couldn’t have lasted another second if my life depended on it. A long, deep moan tumbled out of my lips, filling the empty room, louder and louder despite my warnings to Sophie about making too much noise. She grabbed a handful of my hair in a fist and tuggedme back to her warm, full lips, kissing me deeply until I was completely spent.

Sophie tugged my hair back and whispered, “Shh. The music’s loud out there, but someone might hear.”

I laughed at having my own words thrown back at me. “I don’t rightly care. God himself could come down and pluck my soul from my body and I’d still call today a win.”

Her giggle was a little more carefree than when she was behind the bar, like I was getting a glimpse of therealSophie, and not the one who was putting on a mask for all the other customers. “By the way: that wasdefinitelyworth the wait.”

I grinned back at her. “It was indeed.”

She still kept her legs wrapped tightly around my midsection. “Although as good as it was, you promised you were going to take your time with me.”

“That promise applies to when I get to take you out on a date,” I replied. “This was just an appetizer.”

“Can’t wait for the full meal,” she purred up at me, and damned if I didn’t get hard all over again.

But she finally released the vice-like grip of her legs, signaling an end to our fun. I kissed her one final time, then returned to the original spot of our lovemaking to retrieve our clothes.

“When the hell did that happen?” she asked, pointing at the box of broken glasses.

“Was wonderin’ if you noticed that.”

“I was distracted.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “You were. Let me help you with these boxes.”

She pressed her body against mine one more time, kissing me with enough passion to make me reconsider if our evening was over. “So when are you taking me on this date?”

“Hmm. I’ll have to check my calendar. I’m a very busy man.”

She playfully shoved me, and we laughed together while unloading the boxes of unbroken pint glasses.

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Sophie

I was a giggling mess as we unlocked the door to the overflow room and snuck back into the main honky tonk. It felt like our quick affair should have been obvious, that every eye would stare knowingly at us while we exited.

But nobody gave us a second glance as we split up at the bathrooms to clean up, then returned to the bar where I was scheduled. I beat Eli there.

“Did you have fununloadingthose glasses?” Liz asked.

I stared at her. “Why do I get the feeling you know exactly what I just did?”

She squealed happily, drawing a few glances from customers at the bar. “Because I’m the one who sent him there!”

I gasped. “Liz! You did not!”

“Oh I most certainlydid. Tell me I’m the best wingwoman in the world.”

“I can’t believe you did that! Liz, I’m at work!”

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