Page 89 of On The Rocks

“I’ve been working.” I tried not to react, but the lazy touch stirred me up. He found the skin of my knee showing through the rip in my jeans and kept up the easy touch until I melted into him.

“Watching you kick ass behind the bar makes me a little crazy.”

“Oh, yeah? Why is that?”

“I like a woman who’s in charge.”

“So, you want me to give you orders, Griffin?”

He pulled his mouth away from my neck. “I do enjoy figuring out my own roadmap.” He tugged on my nipple until I hissed out a breath. “But if you want to tell me what you need, darlin’—I’m at your service.”

The fact that he didn’t flinch at the idea made me bolder.

I glanced around. I could hear laughter and voices in the distance, but we were as alone as possible in the busy night.

“I only have five minutes.” I swung my leg off the arm of the chair and straddled him. “Think you can take the edge off?”

His green eyes burned as he nodded, dragging at my shirt and shoving away my bra for him to get his mouth on me. One hand gripped my ass, as he circled me on the active participant behind his zipper. “I think my favorite pastime is making you come.”

“If that makes me selfish to sayhell yeah, then I’ll take it.”

The heavy beat of the Irish song piped out onto the patio helped drive me faster to the edge. He dragged his lips up my neck to my jaw as he dipped his fingers into my jeans.

“So wet for me.” He tucked two fingers inside of me and groaned. “Slick for me. If there weren’t so many people around who could see me fuck you, I’d be inside you.”

I tipped my head back and rode his hand as I pretended his fingers were his hard cock.

“I should take you into the workroom and use Ronan’s table. I’d fuck you until your teeth rattled. Then I’d turn you around and that sweet little cunt of yours would take me until you screamed. Until you were climbing on that table to take me deeper.”

“Jesus,” I panted as the Edison bulbs overhead turned into sparklers and I shook around his hand.

He growled against my neck, driving his fingers inside of me faster until I was a mere second away from screaming.

With his other hand, he caught me by the back of my neck and covered my mouth to take the moans and accepted the shivers of my body with a guttural groan.

I collapsed against him. “Dirty fucking mouth.”

He kissed my forehead. “You like my dirty fucking mouth.”

I buried my face in his neck for a second. “I guess I do.” Probably because he’d fucked a whole lot of women in his life. He was damn good at it.

The handful of men I’d been with had attempted dirty talk before and quickly, I shut them down.

Definitely not so here.

“So, was that prophetic?” I asked as I rearranged my clothes.

He laughed. “Ronan might kick my ass if I did.”

“Damn.”

He hugged me tighter and the quick spurt of happiness blindsided me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “I gotta get back.”

“Yeah, I guess you do.”

He stood with me in his arms, letting me down slowly until my feet hit the ground. Just as he did, someone came tumbling through the privacy trees and rolled onto his back with a drunk snicker.

“Sorry, man.” He rolled to his feet in that rubbery way that only a drunk person can and instead of going around, he went back through the trees.

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