I press my forehead against hers. “You want me to fuck you raw?”
She swallows again and then nods.
A surge of satisfaction rushes through me at the fact that she trusts me enough to do this with me, followed by a wave of heat. “Fuck. I can’t wait to fill up your sweet little cunt.” I’m harder than ever, so fucking desperate for her.
She curls her hand around me and guides me to her swollen, throbbing pussy.
The moment I sink into her, a groan tumbles past my lips.
Wet. Warm.Mine.
I pull out slowly and then push back in, stuffing her full of me. Her legs wrap around my hips while I bracket her with my armsagainst the edge of the bar. It’s hard to hold back, hard to keep it slow, but she doesn’t want it slow. She pulls me into her, digging her heels into the backs of my thighs, and begs me, “Faster. Harder.”
I fuck her like I’ll never get a chance to fuck her again. We’re no better than two animals in heat, scratching, tugging, pulling. My teeth dig into her full bottom lip, and she carves my back with her nails, her moans spilling into the air.
“So good,” she whines. “God, that’s so good.”
And then I feel her clench around me. It’s enough to make my balls tighten, enough to push me over the edge. I groan and dig my fingers into her hips. She milks my orgasm with her perfect cunt, her face slack with pleasure, her eyes hazy with lust.
The silence of the restaurant is broken only by our ragged, panting breaths, and I wrap my hands around her narrow waist and lift her to sit back on top of the bar.
“Spread your legs, baby,” I say in a voice that’s no more than a rasp. “I want to watch my cum drip out of you onto that bar.”
She licks her lips and then parts her thighs, showing me what I want to see.
“Good girl.”
Seeing me leaking out of her calls to the most primal part of me. I’m entranced. I can’t look away. I drag my thumb over my bottom lip and imprint the image into my memory.
She tips her head back, watching me with hooded eyes. “Did you get your money’s worth?”
I let out a rough breath. “Sunshine, it was by far the best money I’ve ever spent.”
CHAPTER 32
BLAKE
My first day back to work, I walk into Frostbite with a dazed smile on my face and a delicious ache between my legs.
The restaurant is still closed, and the dining room is empty.
“Hello?” I call out. The schedule said Carly would be opening with me today.
My eyes widen when I spot the bottle of Buffalo Trace still out on the bar from last night. I hurry over and put it back on the shelf, ignoring the little thrill that goes through me.
Truth is, I was surprised to get the schedule in my inbox a few days ago. After what happened at the mayor’s party, I wasn’t sure if Brett would want me back here.
I don’t really want to be back here, but money’s money, and no matter what Rowan says, I’m not going to take his.
He offered last night, and then again this morning right as I was leaving.
His insistence is surprising, but I’m trying not to read into it. I already know he’s generous, so his generosity isn’t a reflection of how he feels about me. If he was serious about me, wouldn’t he have asked me about my plans to leave by now?
He hasn’t. Which means he accepts I’ll be gone soon, and he’s fine with it.
He just doesn’t want me around Brett. I get it. Rowan is protective. But I’m a lot less nervous about being around Brett at work where there are plenty of other people to keep him in check.
Footsteps sound, and the door to the back swings open to reveal Frank.
