Page 52 of You're All I Need

“I’ve been thinking about getting another piercing.”

He leans forward, his eyes dancing with anticipation. “Please continue.”

Shaking my head, I lean on the bar and angle his direction. “My belly button, though BJ had other suggestions.”

Those blue eyes dance. “Are you going to share her suggestions, or do I just get to discover them later?”

“Hmmm,” I hum, wondering how this could play out.

“Maybe just give me a map and call me Magellan.”

I bark out a laugh. “Is this like some weird role-playing thing? Like a kink?”

“Perhaps,” he informs me, picking up his burger and taking a hearty bite. “We can discuss it later.” He meets my gazewith desire. “When I set out to explore your body to find your piercing.”

A low hum courses through my veins and my clit starts to throb. I shift my weight from side to side, trying to alleviate the ache he evoked.

He watches me, swallowing his bite. After he takes a drink of his Coke, he moves, shifting toward me and whispering, “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you.”

It’s not a question.

He knows.

“Perhaps,” I reply, repeating the word he spoke just a few seconds ago.

“I can tell,” he informs me, coating a fry in ketchup. “Your breathing hitched and got shallow, and your nipples are pebbled hard.”

I smirk and stand up straight, not caring if my nipples are still poking through my shirt. “Maybe that’s just the burst of air-conditioning that hit me.”

He grins from ear to ear and pops the fry into his mouth. “Or it’s the fact you’re turned on, thinking about my mouth and hands all over your body. I can feel it.”

I shrug and go to move down the bar. “I suppose that’s something else you’ll have to explore later, cowboy.”

Even though I’m walking away, I hear him mutter, “You can bet your ass, sugar.”

A shiver sweeps through me, and for the first time since BJ mentioned the vaginal piercing earlier, I actually picture Caden finding it. Of course, I’ve heard those piercings take months to heal, so it’s not like he’d be able to properly explore it with his mouth, but I’m sure he’d come up with other ways to get around the fresh vaginal clitoris hood piercing and administer as much pleasure as possible.

The lunch hour goes by quickly, especially when Caden is there, and before I know it, he’s heading out to his next job. The rest of the afternoon goes just as fast, thanks to a group of eight coming in after spending their morning golfing at the local course. They’re already three sheets to the wind and looking to continue their buzz. Groups like this can go either way, but fortunately, they don’t get out of hand. They have fun, but never disrespect me or the bar, and when it’s time for them to go just before four o’clock, they leave a very generous tip.

“How was your day?” Walker asks.

“It was good. Busy, thankfully, and the day passed quickly,” I tell him as I pull up the timeclock system in the computer.

“Those guys cause any problems?” He’s clearly inquiring about the eight golfers who left just a bit ago.

“They were fine. Left a decent tip.”

“Good.”

Kellen and Cameron walk behind the bar. “I got this. Get going so you’re not late for the softball game,” Kellen tells Walker.

“Thanks for coming in tonight,” Walker says to Cameron, who is going to help Kellen on this side of the business and be the server during the busier evening meal.

“No problem. I wasn’t doing anything tonight anyway, not with this guy working,” Cameron says, swinging her thumb toward her fiancé.

“All right, text or call if you need me. The softball game usually doesn’t last too long, and we may come by for dinner after,” Walker informs them. “And I can stay and finish the shift if it gets too busy.”

“It’s nothing we can’t handle, boss. Be with your family tonight. We’ll be fine,” Kellen assures the bar owner.

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