Page 86 of Whiskey Lies

Me: No. You had plans with your brothers. How’s it going?

Cash: Oh, it’s been entertaining. I’ve been distracted though by this woman.

My body heats, and jealousy burns my skin. I can’t formulate a response. I stare at the phone, pissed off and confused.

Cash: Ask me about her.

Fuck that.

Cash: She’s wearing a purple silk top, black leather pants that are making me so hard I almost had to go to the bathroom to take the edge off, and she’s been staring at women as if she didn’t get off riding my cock last night.

I bite the inside of my cheek as I hold back a smile. So he is here. And he’s been watching me. So much for my sixth sense of knowing when he’s around.

Cash: Come out of the bathroom, Grace.

At this point I’m aching for release. I’m nervous if I walk out of this bathroom I’ll do something stupid. Or he’ll know that I was turned on by what I was watching.

But I can’t hide in the bathroom all night. When the girl who was at the sink gives me another look and then opens the bathroom door to walk out, I spot Cash standing in the hall. He raises his eyes, expecting to see me, but is instead met by the beautiful brunette who makes a show of how attracted she is to him, stopping and smiling and practically salivating as she tries to say hello.

Cash doesn’t bat an eye at her, instead looking past her and meeting my gaze. “You all set, Angel?” he says in that voice that turns me into a puddle of want.

I swallow and nod, standing up and slipping my phone into my clutch before walking past the annoyed brunette and crashing against Cash’s hard chest. His hands skate through my hair, and he angles my head up to his own, staring down at me for a moment. There’s an undeniable power in our gaze. Our eyes communicate, hi baby, I missed you, and then his lips are on mine and I’m pressing my hips against his own, wanting privacy and Cash. Only Cash.

“Can we get out of here?” I murmur against his lips.

“I’ve got a better idea,” his gravelly voice replies. “Do you trust me?” he asks softly as he pushes my hair behind my ear, sending a shiver down my neck and making my nipples stand at attention. At this point, I just need to feel him against me.

“Completely.”

He smirks and jerks his head to the left, indicating we are on the move. As we come upon a man in front of an elevator, he speaks in a voice too low for me to hear. Then he pulls me into the elevator and tugs me against his chest. The elevator jolts upward as his hands travel down my arms, heating my skin.

“Fuck, Grace, I can’t tell you how bad I need to get inside you.”

“Feeling’s mutual, Whiskey.”

With Cash’s mouth on my neck and his hands gripping my ass, I feel every inch of his excitement. The hot open-mouthed kisses he alternates between soft bites are likely leaving marks, but I couldn't care less. I want to be branded by this man. I want the entire world to know I’m his. It’s a freeing feeling, letting go completely, and I’m drunk on it.

When the elevator stops, we’re met by a velvet rope blocking our ability to move off the elevator. The man on the other side takes one look at Cash and lifts the rope. “See or be seen?” he asks, and I try to work out what the question means.

Cash looks down at me and then back at the man. “See.”

He nods and motions to the left. Cash grips my hand in his own and moves forward. It’s quieter up here, and unlike downstairs there aren’t people dancing or milling about. It’s just a long hallway and doors. “Oh shit, is this the—”

Cash pushes his hand over my mouth. “Shhh, Gracie, no talking. Get out of that head of yours and just feel.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. He opens a door and pushes me forward. I’m nervous about what I’ll find but am pleasantly surprised when I see it’s nothing more than a small balcony overlooking the club.

The music below filters upstairs, and Cash’s lips on my neck leave me gripping the banister tightly. “Where are we?”

“No fucking clue,” he says as his laughter tickles my neck. “Just knew I needed you alone.”

The fact that the man simply wants something and can make it happen by snapping his fingers is hot as fuck. I lean against him, pressing my ass against his straining erection, and relish the fact that what he wants right now is me. “Well you got me alone…what do you want now?”

His hands skate up my arms and to my neck, and my skin delights in his touch. I feel a tug and then my top slides down, exposing my breasts to the cool air.

“Cash!” I whisper-shout, my hands flying to cover myself.

His hands replace mine, and he tweaks my nipple as he whispers in my ear, “Relax, no one can see you.”

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