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Tyler hadn’t made me cum in years. I was always left to take care of myself once he was passed out. Now, here stands by far the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, offering me what I fight my own body to achieve.
“I highly doubt that. But go ahead, try. I’m not moving though.” He waves the bartender over and motions at our empty glasses, but I shake my head.
More wine is not going to help me tonight.
“Who said you had to?” He slips off his stole and stands between my thighs.
“May I?” He wiggles his fingers over my shoulder, drawing my eyes away from him.
I swallow hard and nod. We’re in public. Honestly, what is the worst that he could do?
His hand runs down my arm gently, leaving goosebumps in its trail. I’m in a skimpy swing dress that has ridden up my legs. I have one hand on my thigh, and he picks it up and kisses my pulse point before placing it on his shoulder.
He leans into my ear and whispers.
“Breath,” his hand traces the outer side of my thigh from knee to hip until they slip under my dress.
I gasp, remembering I’m not wearing underwear tonight. When he finds me bare, he hums, and my head turns into the sound. My nose bumps his throat, and I inhale deeply.
Amber, leather, bourbon.
“You smell so good,” I sigh and feel his fingers open my folds.
I grab his arm and clench my legs, but he moves his face and captures my lips. His thumb finds my clit and circles it while two other digits slip inside me. I gasp, but his mouth swallows the sound.
I have never been so thoroughly kissed in my life.
I find myself clutching his dress shirt and pulling him closer. I groan when my orgasm flares, and he bites my lip to remind me we’re in public. He pulls away from the kiss and leaves me panting, looking up at him.
He removes his fingers from my soaked folds and dips them into his whiskey, swirling the liquid and then bringing them to his lips. He sucks them dry and then empties his glass, all the while never breaking eye contact with me.
“Sweetest whiskey I’ve ever tasted. Good night, Dove.” He slips a hundred-dollar bill out of his pocket and a business card, leaving them on the bar right before he kisses my cheek.
I watch with my mouth hanging open as he walks out of the bar and disappears. I pick up the sleek back card and read the words clearly printed above a phone number.
Casanova Industries
