Page 69 of On The Rocks

Thiswasn’tme.

Sex didn’t cloud my judgment.

Or maybe it was just me with him. And that was far more dangerous.

I jammed my fist into my mouth against the swift and brutal orgasm that punched into me.

Suddenly, he stood and replaced his mouth with his fingers and drove into me with a ruthlessness that tripped me into panting out his name again.

“Another.” He kissed me hard, and I moaned at my taste on his tongue.

Along with something cinnamony. The sharpness of it clashed with the salty taste of me.

I bit his lower lip as anger hitched a ride on the second sneaky orgasm. My legs shook as the pleasure eroded my annoyance and left me sagging against the door.

“Making you come is my new favorite pastime.”

“You need better hobbies,” I said on a gasp. My heartbeat was thundering in my head as I recovered from him.

He buried his head in my neck with a rich laugh. “Only you would say that.” He eased back a little and drew his disconcertingly wet fingers from me. My breath caught as he licked them clean. “Better than moonshine.”

I couldn’t help the laugh. “Based on the other night, I would hope so.”

“Oh, it goes down easy. Just like that rich taste of you.” He drew up my zipper and redid my button.

Feeling guilty, I cupped the hard ridge in his jeans.

He eased back. “Luck would not be on my side if we go there.”

I sighed and rested my forehead on his chest. “You’re probably right. I’m still mad at you, anyway.”

He chuckled. “Because I made you come twice?”

“Yes, dammit.” I straightened. “I can’t keep doing this.”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t get used to you.”

His eyebrows rose. “Used to me?”

Annoyed even more that I’d blurted that out, I slipped away from him and adjusted my bra and shirt, then I stepped around to where the kegs were kept.

“I’ll get that,” he said from behind me.

“I can do my damn job.”

“I know you can. And I’m not sure why you’re pissed at me, but you’re not carrying that with me right here. Okay?”

“Fine.”

“Good.” He hoisted the keg onto his shoulder. “You gonna stay mad at me?”

“Maybe.”

“We’ll talk about this later.”

I swung the door open to find Dean on the other side.

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