Page 72 of Cozen

“I’m not stupid or blind, woman. I know what you want.”

“Are you playing games with me now, Sargon?”

He spun off the barstool with a laugh, grabbed her wrist, and tugged to make her follow him. “You’re the queen of games, aren’t you? You tell me if I’m playing games, Cozen.”

The parking lot across from the club was dark, but not entirely empty. A few people lingered near cars twenty stalls away, but the thick cloud of weed seemed to keep the people distracted from the couple slipping into the back of the back town car.

“Jesus, you won’t even shell out money for a hotel for me?” Cozen asked as she hiked up her skirt. “We can’t even go to your place?”

Sargon slammed the door behind him. “First—I don’t feel like fucking waiting that long. Second—my place is almost two hours away from here.”

“Oh.”

He reached out and snagged her jaw with his hand, and yanked her toward him. Her mouth crashed against his with a bruising kiss that left his lips numb in the best way.

“Open up and let me taste,” he demanded.

She did just that, and parted her lips enough to let his tongue snake into her mouth. She tasted like that martini she had been drinking with hints of cherry and black licorice undertones. He controlled the kiss, and she let him.

Something else to make his dick rock-hard.

Cozen slid into his lap when his hand curved around her waist, and pulled her closer. He let go of her jaw just long enough to slide his hand between her thighs, and under the gusset of her panties.

A slick, hot pussy met his fingertips. Her cunt was still waxed bare along the soft folds but trimmed short at her pubis. He stroked his fingers through the folds, and teased her entrance with the tips of his digits just to make her whine.

Christ.

She sounded so good when she whined.

Even better when she begged.

“Someone is going to see us,” she whispered in his ear.

Sargon kissed the underside of his jaw. “I bet you like that, too. Someone might see me eating or fucking your pussy—watch you come, and get hot. Shit, maybe they’ll think you’re my little slut, Cozen.”

She shivered.

He grinned.

“Yeah, you like it,” he murmured against her throat.

“I am, though.”

“What?”

“Your little slut.”

Sargon pulled back from her sweet-smelling skin just long enough to see her eyes lock on his. “And don’t you fucking forget it, either.”

“How can I? I’m here, aren’t I?”

She was.

As crazy and stupid as it was, she was here.

With him.

No one else.