Page 2 of Body Lock

Nasty. What the hell is that?

Grabbing the tiny napkin from under my glass, I made the attempt to clean away the table jizz from my palm. But it didn't help, instead I was left with small white paper shavings stuck to random spots of skin.

Luckily, my buzz had started to set in, and the headache I'd come in with had finally started to fade. So I didn't really give a shit, not like I normally might.

Where did that cute waitress go?

Now that I'm feeling a little better, I'd like to really give her something to smile about.Glancing around the room, I hoped she would come into view.

Fuck, I need to get laid. That would really make me feel better. It always does.

Shit hadn't exactly been going my way, I'd gotten let go from work two weeks ago and rent was due. Not to mention all the other necessities life had claimed I needed.

New York wasn't a cheap place to live.

A little pussy could take my mind off things. At the very least, it'd help me relax.

I tried to peer through the clusters of people, the dim lighting making it difficult to make out any features. Every face seemed to blur into the next. Bringing my hands up, I rubbed my eyes, hoping it wasn't the alcohol already.

Whiskey was a tough liquor, too much could make a man snap.

If you wanted to get answers, fill a guy to the brim with all the whiskey he could tolerate. Bring him just to the brink of insanity, and he'd be putty in your hands.

But it had a darker side; anger and rage.

Maybe, that's why it's my favorite?I thought, as my eyes searched the room for my next taste of the Devil's brew.

A bright light from behind the bar caught my eye, so I lifted my head to get a better look. And what I saw was more than I expected. The bartender was gorgeous. Her hair was black as the darkest night, the light gleaming across the silky strands that flowed over her shoulders.

Despite my blurry vision, her form took shape and emerged in a halo of white. Clear as day, her bronze skin sparkled under the glow.

The voices around me muffled into silence, each image melting into one giant haze. My eyes peered at her through a looking glass, seeing her and only her.

I watched her shoulder arch back, reaching into the dip of her spine. The bright blue shirt adorning her body was unbuttoned down to the crest of her breasts; the small taste of skin brought on a rush of excitement.

And instantly I knew...

This woman is going to be mine for the evening.

I'm going to have her, all of her.

My cock stiffened in my jeans, a warmth crept in and swept over my body. Tonight she was going to scream and yell for me to dig deep into her pussy.

She would never forget the name Quinn Delligatti.

Just like the sweet liquor she poured, my name would roll from her seraphical tongue.

A soft voice started to pull me from my daze. “Hello? I said here's your shot.”

It took me a moment to realize the blonde waitress was standing right beside me. Reaching up, I grabbed the shot off her plate, letting the money fall to the table as my eyes remained on the woman at the bar.

Cocking my head back, I downed the drink, and that time it didn't burn; it was as smooth as water. Letting the glass drop freely onto the table, it hit hard like dead weight from my hands.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the waitress jump with surprise as the glass crashed down on the wood. Her brows raised high, confusion and fear sat in her wide stare.

“Thanks,” I forced out, bringing my wrist to my lips to wipe the remnants away. I pushed back from the table, standing tall, still fixed on what I wanted. “Change is yours, Doll.”

I have one purpose for tonight.

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