Page 71 of Depraved
“Are those the Cubans that Antonio got? They’re too dry, they don’t light well. You have to get them really wet,” he complains, continuing his motion and turning his back to the bar.
His eyes have landed on the blonde who’s owned his attention for the last few months. She’s gonna eat him for breakfast.
“You’re out of your league with that one,” I say with the cigar in my mouth.
He nods, focused on her. “I like a challenge.”
I laugh as I pull the cigar from my lips and roll it between my fingers, but my amusement fades as the dirty thoughts grab me with both hands and shake.
“I’ll be right back.”
He answers with a nod as I walk back past the bar and toward Sarah’s office, giving the door a rap before I push it open.
She smiles from behind the desk as I walk in, looking up from a stack of paperwork in front of her.
“Can’t get enough of me, huh?”
I close the door behind me, turning to lock it. “Something like that.”
Pivoting back, my lips tug upward at the ends as she leans back in her chair, waiting for my move.Get ready, Billy.
“Come here,” I demand in a low gravelly voice, walking to her desk and sitting back against it to sit.
Sarah stands from behind me and walks around the desk with that sexy-ass hip sway and stops directly in front of me, standing in between my legs. “I’m here.”
I place my cigar on the desk beside my leg and put my hands on her hips, taking a deep breath. “Thoughts are strange sometimes. The way they connect. For instance, I was drinking a glass of whiskey, and as I did, I thought of how much I enjoy whiskey and how I swear I could taste a hint of honey.”
She gives a half laugh, her fingers finding their way to the lapels on my jacket. “You came in here to tell me you tasted honey in the whiskey?”
“Yeah.” I breathe out low, dragging my bottom lip between my teeth.
She taps a finger against my chest gently and laughs. “Are you drunk already?”
I take in how flushed her cheeks are and how her breasts push forward slightly as she speaks to me.
“No.” I answer, dragging out the word. “But you know what else tastes like honey?”
“No.” She shakes her head, but her mouth stays slightly agape. Sarah’s sucked into our game.
“You.”
“Oh.”
Her eyes blink, and she presses her lips together, excited by what I just said.
“See. Then Matteo told me these cigars—” I reach down, picking up the forgotten smoke, and bring it between us. “—that these particular cigars are very dry…that they need to be wet to really give the best experience.”
Sarah shifts her weight, and I know she’s wanting to relieve the ache that’s building inside her. I tilt my head and run the cigar past my nose again.
“So, I thought, since it needs to be wet, I might as well coat it in honey. And then I’ll have all my favorite flavors with me,” I explain, giving her a half smile.
“Oh.”
This time she says it with understanding and not shock.
I stand, forcing her to take a step back, and look down at her. “Put your hands on the desk and spread your legs.”
Her breath hitches as I step to the side to give her room. She looks at me as she takes a step forward and places her palms on the desk, stepping one leg out and then the other, as I come to stand behind her.
