Page 5 of Give Me Redemption

“Really?” she asks as the bartender places her drink down and her receipt.

“You can’t smoke in here,” he says.

I dart my eyes to him. “I’m aware,” I say with a wink.

She signs her receipt and the bartender shakes his head at me before walking away. She slides her card back into her wallet.

“Hey, can I get another round of bourbon straight up?” I ask. The bartender looks like he doesn’t want to fix it, but I’ve already given this fucker a twenty-dollar tip. “So, what’s this new business?” she asks before taking a sip of her drink.

“Construction,” I reply, wishing I could light this smoke. I remove it from my mouth and place it behind my ear.

She smiles, lifting her brow. “You’re a hands-on type of guy?” She licks her lips.

I nod as the bartender sets my drink in front of me. I down it before pulling out some more bills from my wallet

“Come on,” I say to her as I toss them beside my drink.

She narrows her eyes, looking skeptical.

I tilt my head before I exhale and rest my hand on the bar as I lean into her. “Why pretend like we don’t want the same thing here? Have you ever done exactly what you wanted exactly when you wanted to? Who will know but us?”

She smirks, her eyes lighting up with that mischief I love.

That honest moment when someone truly saysfuck itand goes for living instead of pretending like we all have to be perfect for people who aren’t.

She grabs her drink, tosses it back, and stands up. “Where?” she asks quietly.

I grab her hand, already knowing. She lets me lead and we walk a little way until I see a janitor’s closet. I test the handle, not having a clue if it’s unlocked. Shockingly it opens. We rush inside and I push the lock button. Nothing but a mop bucket, vacuum cleaner, and a shelf full of cleaning supplies surround us. Incandescent light shines from above, exposing imperfections.

I look at her, her legs, that skirt, her face. She’s pretty, not over-the-top beautiful or anything, but she’s something that’ll ease this fucking ball of pain in my chest if only for a moment.

I grab her, lift her leg, which causes her skirt to rise, and kiss her lips.

She’s nervous and I wish she would have drunk one more of those fucking girly drinks.

“It’s just us,” I tell her with a smile.

By some miracle that does the trick. She kisses me back harder. Her hands go to my pants and she undoes them quickly. My dick is ready, and I’m prepared. I reach around and grab my wallet from my back pocket, slipping the condom out.

“Bite down,” I say to her, placing it between her lips. She does and I yank the wrapper. She spits out the top and I put the thing on. She wraps her legs around me when I lift her thighs and move her panties to the side. I push inside of her, ready or not, and she gasps.

“Fuck,” I say into her neck.

“Go,” she urges. I drive into her repeatedly. We knock over the vacuum and a few bottles of God knows what until we both come in a heap of groans.

My phone starts to ring and someone knocks on the door.

“Shit,” she says, trying to straighten herself out. I laugh and toss the condom into the trash. I button and zip, answering my phone as I unlock the door. Not even bothering looking back at her, I walk out as I say, “Hello.” The janitor’s eyes grow wide and he says something, but I ignore it.

“Where are you?” my brother Bryce asks.

“Coming,” I reply. I hang up and head toward the exit.

“Hey,” I hear behind me.

I turn. I didn’t even catch her name throws her hands up, likewhat the fuck.

I give her a wave and take the stairs down to the bottom floor.

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