Page 36 of Face Off
Fuck.
Those damn lips.
Plump. Painted pink. Kissable to the point of being a distraction.
And fuckable.
Now that I’m standing in front of her, I start to imagine what she would look like with my cock in her mouth.
I wonder what it would feel like if she left lipstick marks on my shaft while she sucked me down until I hit the back of her throat.
“What are you doing here?” Emerson snaps, and I’m yanked out of the fantasy of her on her knees. That fiery hair wrapped around my hand. Wicked green eyes blinking up at me with a drop of drool on her chin. “Please don’t tell me you followed us.”
“Ladies,” I say to the group, ignoring her because I know it will piss her off. My gaze bounces to Maven. “You and your fiancé are on the same wavelength. He suggested Johnny’s without knowing you were here.”
“I love that man.” Maven sighs, all happy in love and shit. She peers around me, no doubt looking for Dallas. “Who’s watching June?”
“You don’t see her at the bar? She’s behind the counter slinging handles of vodka.”
“Maverick Miller.”
“Just kidding around, Mae. She’s with a babysitter. Reid had a bad day, and he needed to get out of the apartment. I should call him over here. So many beautiful women, his mood would pick right up.” Emerson scoffs, and I look down at her. “I’m still waiting to hear what you think of me.”
“You really don’t want to know what I think of you,” she tosses back.
I love when she’s sassy. All tough girl and independent woman who doesn’t take shit. It’s kind of fun to be put in my place.
“Yeah, I do.” I lean my arm against the wall to my right, and I don’t miss the way her eyes linger on my tattoos for the quickest of seconds. I wonder which one is her favorite. “I’m a big boy, Red.”
“I’ve heard you’re small. Average at best.”
“You don’t strike me as someone who listens to gossip. C’mon. Give it to me.”
“I need a drink before I dive into a deep psychological deconstruction of the parts of you I dislike. Do you all wantanother round?” Emerson asks the rest of the women, and she gets three nods.
“Please,” Maven says.
“And french fries!” Piper adds. Her eyes glaze over, and she’s past tipsy and barreling toward drunk as a skunk. “So many french fries.”
“With extra salt,” Lexi chimes in, and she stirs her empty drink with her straw. “Buckets of salt.”
“Got it.” Emerson slides out of the booth and stands. Her heels make her taller than she is on her skates, and I whistle when she comes up only a few inches shorter than me. “What?”
“I told you I liked your heels the other day at the press conference. That’s still true.”
“Flattery isn’t going to get you very far, Miller.”
“What about a few feet forward to the bar so I can help you carry the drinks and food back here?”
Emerson blows out a heavy sigh. “Fine. But only because I know the sooner I give you what you want, the sooner you’ll leave us alone.”
“I’m easy to figure out, aren’t I? Let’s top you off before you destroy me.”
The bar is tiny, and when we sidle our way up to the counter, there’s no way around touching each other.
“Sorry,” I say when my arm brushes against hers. I shuffle backward and stand behind her so she can have some space. “Not a lot of room in here.”
“It’s okay.” She looks at me over her shoulder. “Thank you.”
