Page 30 of You Kissed Me First

The walk to the comedy club is torturous. If I thought Dominic couldn’t keep his hands off me before, then he has pretty much become part of me now. I’m pulled so close to him, he might as well carry me. Let’s not mention the fact that his hand keeps trailing down to my ass, rubbing over it to confirm that I am indeed not wearing anything under my sundress.

When we finally get to the comedy lounge, he picks a seat in the very back corner, away from prying eyes.

When the server comes right over, he orders himself a scotch and me a margarita without even asking what I want.

“You seem a little worked up,” I whisper, my hand on his leg.

“Well, I am currently holding your wet panties in my pocket, knowing that if I trail my hand up between your pretty little legs, I will find you soaking, begging for my cock. So yeah, I’m a little worked up.”

I giggle. “Who said it had anything to do with you?”

He pulls me closer, making me gasp as his hand trails up underneath the edge of my dress. “Are you telling me someone else turned you on to the point that you had to take your panties off? If so, please tell me what it was so I can learn.”

It’s me that swallows hard this time. This plan is going to backfire.

Before I can respond, the server comes back, dropping off our drinks.

Dominic reluctantly pulls back, keeping his hand on my knee as he accepts his drink, leaving the server to hand me mine.

I squeeze my legs together, not sure how I’m going to make it through this show with his hands on me.

“Behave,” he hisses at me.

I give him a coy look before focusing on the front of the room.

Only a few moments pass before the lights start to lower. They announce the comedian before he rushes on stage.

I’m paying attention to the show, but Dominic isn’t. Instead, his hand is drawing patterns on my knee.

I want to smack him at the same time that I want to jump him.

I’m about to tell him to sneak out the back when the door opens and a feminine giggle can be heard.

“Oh look. Some late comers. Why don’t you come on in and join us?” the comedian says from the stage.

I cringe in second hand embarrassment for the couple. It’s dark so I can’t see them, but everyone knows you do not want to be noticed by a comedian. It’s why I was glad Dominic chose to sit in the back.

“Here, we have an open table right up front.”

As the couple moves into the light, I snort.

“Dom, it’s Barrett and his hooker,” I whisper toward him.

His hand halts on my leg, turning to glance at the couple. He shakes his head.

“The kid has no brains in him. This guy is going to rip him apart.”

We watch as Barrett and his girl sit at the table.

“Great. Can I continue then?”

Barrett, being the douche he is, swipes his arm out as if to say “proceed.”

“Great. What’s your name, darling?” the comedian asks the blonde.

“Candice.”

“Well, Candice, how long have you and your beau been together?”

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