Page 71 of Broken Deal

He breaks the kiss, and I have to hold back a whimper atthe miss of his warm lips. “I can’t promise I’ll behave if any guy so much as glances your way tonight. You sure you want to go out?” He raises an eyebrow.

His comment makes my heart falter for the slightest moment. I know he’s joking, and I know he’s playing his usual games, but my foolish heart decides to believe him—until the logical part of me takes over, smashing any useless and idiotic thoughts.

I place my hand on his chest, humming playfully. “That’s funny, because we never said we were exclusive.” Before he can reply, I walk away not looking back as I say, “Let’s go, player.”

Going out was a colossal mistake.

As soon as we walked in, it was like Sophia put every man in this forsaken club under a spell. It didn’t matter that I had my arm wrapped around her possessively, staking my claim—that’s right, I have no shame in admitting it. I’m the possessive type—she just doesn’t know it yet. But she’ll learn sooner rather than later that even though this is temporary, I plan to keep her all to myself for the rest of the summer.

“Okay, pretty boy. Show me your moves,” she taunts.

“I thought I already did when you slept with me in a cleaning closet of a club.” I give a slight head tilt, my tone carrying a trace of humor.

She rolls her eyes. “Will you ever let that go?”

“Never.” One of the best days of my life, no question.

“Glad to know, I guess,” she retorts dryly.

I shake my head with a laugh. “Do you want something to drink?”

Her eyes gleam with mischief, and she nods eagerly, guiding us to the bar in the VIP area. As we’re walkingtoward the bar, I notice how every guy stares at Sophia’s ass. Her dress is short, and she has curves for days, so it’s not surprising that they’re ogling her. It makes me want to punch every motherfucker I come across. The only thing stopping me is knowing I’m the only one who gets to touch her tonight while they only get to look and suffer from afar.

They can look all they want, butmygirl will only be coming around one cock tonight—mine.

Only yours for the summer, my sadistic brain tries to remind me, but I push the thought away quickly.

When we arrive at the bar, she lifts her hand, and the bartender practically trips on his feet like an idiot trying to eagerly get to Sophia as he focuses on how her tits are being pushed together by her dress. But I’m quick to stake my claim, trapping her against the bar with my arms and dropping a short kiss on her neck.

She orders four tequila shots with lime and salt, and as we’re waiting for them, she turns around. “We need some liquid courage, because I plan on taking you to the dance floor.”

A laugh bubbles out of me. “Do you know how to dance to this music? They’re playing Spanish reggaeton, Blue.”

She throws her head back with a laugh, and my instinct is to run my tongue along her exposed skin. I’m a man starved, and I can’t get enough of her. Last night barely scratched the surface of the growing need I have for her. This is going south really quickly, and it makes no sense. Being friends with benefits should be the perfect solution for our little dilemma. A way to get each other out of our systems, yet I’m quickly growing addicted to her.

“With a few tequila shots in my system, I can dance to anything,” she replies confidently.

The bartender drops the shots, and as I go to grab onefor myself, she stops me. I frown, and she shakes her head as her tongue darts out, licking her bottom lip before a mischievous smile plays on her lips.

“We’re doing body shots,” she says with a wink.

I gape at her. “I am absolutelyscandalizedby you right now.”

She rolls her eyes. “Please. This is nothing, and you know it. Or do you need a reminder of everything that happened last night?” she asks with a knowing grin plastered all over her face before handing me a tequila shot. She slides the lime across the curve of her cleavage, and then grabs the salt, sprinkling it over the lime-drenched area, the crystals sticking to her skin like they belong there. Tilting her head back, she nods slowly, eyes never leaving mine. “You go first,” she says, her voice a little breathless, then puts the lime wedge between her teeth.

A small, knowing smile plays at the corner of my lips. “Oh, I remember every detail of what happened last night. It will be engraved in my memory forever.”

I take the shot in one quick swig, enjoying the way it burns my throat and settles in the pit of my stomach. I lower my head and let my tongue trace a slow, deliberate path over the salt on the curve of her cleavage, savoring the warmth of skin. The act alone has me wanting to do more, to latch my mouth on her soft skin and leave a mark. Instead, I cradle her chin with my hand and move closer slowly, our faces just inches apart. My gaze flick between her beautiful blue eyes and her mouth, the tension crackling between us. With deliberate slowness, I brush my mouth against hers, lips barely grazing her skin as I take the lime from between her teeth. My fingers linger on her chin, because there’s something so satisfying about knowing I get to deliberately put my hands on her, and I want to do it at all times. The limesits between my lips now, and I suck on it as my eyes burn into hers, wishing it was her pussy in my mouth instead.

She hops on one of the bar stools and takes the salt. “My turn. Tilt your head back,” she orders huskily.

With a low laugh, I follow her lead. She rubs the lime on my neck then sprinkles the salt over it, takes the shot, and without hesitation, leans in. Her tongue flicks out, slowly tasting the salt from my skin. The warmth of her tongue against me sends a jolt straight to my hardening cock. I can’t help but think about how that mouth—sinful and skilled—can do things that are almost too good to be real. And damn, I’m aching to feel it again.

“What about the lime wedge?” I ask.

She shakes her head, her finger hooking around my golden chain and giving it a gentle tug, pulling me closer until there’s almost no space left between us. “I’d rather do this,” she whispers, and before I can even ask what she means, her lips crash against mine.

Her mouth tastes like a heady mix of tequila, a hint of salt still lingering, but also so fucking sweet—like goddamn honey. It’s tempting, sugary, and maddeningly perfect. Her tongue brushes against mine, taking control of the kiss, and for once, I let her. And damn, the way she kisses should be studied. Each kiss is like a drug—something I never knew I could crave so much. I’ve never been one to lose myself in a kiss, but with her, it’s a completely different experience. Every nerve in my body is electrified, and my heart races, wanting to break free. We kiss like we’re the only two people left in this world and like nothing else matters. Time stops, and it feels like destiny’s whispering,this is what you’ve been missing. Don’t let it slip away.

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