Page 24 of Naughty & Nice

“No, the man wasn’t the disappointing part.” A barely detectable wince crosses his face. I look about the small space, coming up short.

“Are you here with someone?”

“No. Just needed a drink,” he says, leaning in slightly.

“Ah.” I nod. The warm hand from earlier has now moved to the small of my back. Tipping my drink in his direction as he receives his glass of scotch, I offer a silent toast.

“Are you seeing him again?” he asks as if he’s talking to the amber liquid.

“Who?”

“The man from this weekend.”

“No, he’s moving to Hilton Head.” Glancing in his direction, he’s still staring into the glass as if it’s sending him a message. “And he’s old enough to be my grandfather.” Not sure why I feel the need to clarify.

Trevor flashes a stunning smile in response, sitting taller as he moves closer. I can feel his warm breath hit the shell of my ear before his words fully register. “I want to take you home and fuck you until the only person you’re thinking about is me.”

A gasp escapes before I can stop it. My eyes close, and I feel my body tremble at the bold statement.

“Disappointing will not be a word you’ll use afterward.”

I need to clear my head for a moment. I want this. The flutter in my belly is traveling further south with each saucy word out of his mouth. But I’m not sure this is a can of worms I want to open. “I told you, Trevor. I’m not interested in a one-and-done.”

“With you, cupcake, I don’t think that’s possible.”

My eyes flick to his. The heat between us could set off the fire alarm. The last thing I need is station twelve’s finest rolling up in here right now. “What’s changed?”

“Nothing. I’ve been kidding myself, thinking I could fight this pull toward you. I’m certain what my ex did to me would be the equivalent of a paper cut compared to what I’d feel if you tore my heart out. I was only trying to protect myself. But it’s too late. You’re all I fucking think about.”

His words ignite a blaze within me. Launching myself at him, I grab ahold of his inky hair and tug as I crush my lips over his. As his hot, scotch-flavored tongue thrusts hungrily into my mouth, I tighten my arms around him just as his firm hands squeeze my ass. We can get away with this behavior at Pour Decisions, but this bar is way too conspicuous. Pulling back, I lay a hand on his chest. “I think we better-”

Trevor quickly reaches for his wallet, throwing a fistful of cash on the bar before grabbing my hand and pulling me into his side.

“I was going to say I think we better take a cold shower-”

“I’m happy to shower with you, sassy, but nothing that’s happening between us is going to be cold.”

“Wait a minute. Are you-?”

“I’m all in, Addy. God help me. I can’t fight this anymore. Just please be honest with me about everything. I can’t tolerate liars and cheats.”

As we enter the parking lot, he pulls me against his firm body, and begins the kiss again, rocking his incredibly hard dick into my pelvis. I’m starting to lose grip on my senses here. If this keeps up, I’ll let him take me on the hood of his car.

“God. I want you,” I moan into his mouth.

Trevor’s hands return to my ass, but this time he stoops down to lift me up, so I’m straddling him, the short skirt I’m wearing spreading wide. The need to grind into him is making me crazy. The heat of my sex might burn a hole through the front of his pants at this rate.

His prior statement suddenly rings through the fog of my lust, and I decide to come clean. “Trevor?”

“Yeah?”

“I have to tell you something.”

“What is it, cupcake?” He drags his hot, wet tongue along the column of my throat, and I almost decide against telling him the truth.

“The other night, at the bar. That was a setup. Mitchell’s gay.”

Trevor abruptly raises his head and looks at me in shocked silence. Crap. Have I already blown this? Maybe I should’ve told him after we slept together.

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