Page 80 of Bastard Bartender

My dress falls to a pool at my feet, and I’m completely naked, wearing only a pair of stilettos.

“You’re breathtaking,” he breathes.

“I thought you liked your women in high-tops?”

“Baby, I love the way you look in anything, and right now, seeing the way you’re looking up at me with those lips swollen from my kisses, those eyes begging me to touch you, I haven’t seen anything more beautiful in my entire life.”

His hands slide against my cheeks, weaving his fingers in my hair as he takes my mouth and kisses me long and hard.

I slide my hand into the elastic of his boxer briefs and pull out his cock, stroking it, causing his kiss to deepen. I love this reaction I’m getting from him, and it makes me feel brazen.

Without warning, I drop to my knees and take his cock into my mouth. My tongue is flat as I move in rapid succession, sucking and swallowing, loving and stroking him while my hand caresses his balls. He places one hand on the door and the other on my head.

“Eres jodidamente asombrosa,” he growls. “You’re fucking amazing.”

I deep-throat him and gag a little from the fullness of him.

“Te necesito.” He lifts me up and smashes his mouth against mine, pulling me close and holding on to my backside as if he fears I’ll float away as he carries me to the bedroom. He places me on the bed and tosses his wallet onto the duvet.

Pants are discarded, and boxers are drawn down. My man stands before me naked, and he’s sexier than any man I have ever brought home. Scratch that. Sexier than any man I’ve dreamed of bringing home.

And he’s all mine.

He crawls up my body, his thick head begging for entrance into my core. I open his wallet and take a condom out, tearing it with my teeth and sliding it on him. The moment is intimate and has me opening my legs, ready for him.

We’ve done this before, and yet the way he stills just as he’s about to enter, looking down at me with these soulful eyes, has me feeling like it’s our first time.

I inhale a shaky breath and place my hand over his heart. He takes it in his and squeezes tight. His other hand braces himself on the bed as he rolls his hips forward, filling me.

His eyes burn into mine.

I lift my hips and meet him push for pull and rub my clit against his pelvic bone, getting the friction I need.

He lets out a curse, and then he lets loose. His mouth is back on my body, kissing and sucking, devouring my skin as if I were his last meal.

He fucks me until I come and then makes love to me until I’m sated.

The man is a ball of energy, and when he rolls me over, I find myself riding him as I chase a second orgasm that I didn’t know I had.

He chants how beautiful I am.

He praises how my body moves.

And when he comes with my name on his lips and his eyes on mine, it’s the most magnificent sight in the world.

I fall onto his chest, a puddle of sweat and sex. I’m completely riled up for this man. I kiss his heart and then his chin and work my way around his face until I reach his mouth.

He murmurs something in Spanish, but I don’t hear it.

“What did you say?” I ask as I lay my head on his chest and look up at him.

“I just thanked God that of all the bars you could have gone to, you walked into mine.”

I smile. “I was on the prowl. Technically, I still have to find my S.”

“Fuck that. You found him.”

“Did I?”

“Santiago. Nicolás Antonio Santiago. And you can call off the game because you found your man at S.”