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“It’s a good thing I found you that time, then,” he said. “Should I feel flattered that you spent your time with me when you thought your days were numbered?”
He didn’t give me the time to reply, ducking his head down to nibble on my hand some more.
We were seated in a dark corner of the bar. There were other people around, but everyone minded their own business. I didn’t even care that we might have an audience, though. I could feel the growing heat between my legs.
“I want to get out of here,” Jake muttered. He folded his fingers between mine and bit at the tips of my fingers, his eyes looking up to meet mine. “I’d like to say I can wait until I get you to my hotel room, but I don’t think I can.”
I don’t think I can wait, either.
Maybe he read the response in my expression, or I said it out loud without meaning to because he was smirking at me again.
“How about this? Why don’t we find a quiet spot at the back of the bar, hmm? Would you let me fuck you, Klara? I really, really, want to.”
“Promises, promises,” I gasped, squeezing his hand back.
He grinned.
Chapter Seventeen
Jake
I meant it when I told Klara I couldn’t wait. All those times I wanted to see her, now that she was in front of me, all I could think about was the night we spent together and how much I wanted to have her again.
When we walked into the bar, I’d taken a glance around the place, an old habit that I hadn't been able to kill from my wild partying days. After paying for our meal and drinks, no one so much as blinked at us as I rose with Klara’s hand in mine, and tugged her toward the back of the bar.
There was a discreet door, half-hidden behind a corner. Some signs pointed the bathrooms were in that direction. Instead of going through that hallway, I pushed the door, and it opened. We found ourselves in an alley, and I closed the door behind us, feeling satisfied.
We went down a little in the alley, just in case, someone came out of the bar. We’d spent more time in the bar than I thought, and it was already dark outside. Little light got into the alley, but that worked more to my advantage.
“Are we seriously doing this?” Klara whispered.
In response, I walked her back until she was pressed against the wall, until our fronts touching, and placed my hands on her waist.
“Would you rather not?” I asked, curious.
If she said she didn’t, then I’d have to catch us a taxi and take us back to the hotel room. My and Dad’s room was on the same floor, but maybe because he wanted to give me my privacy, he didn’t book adjoining rooms. If I was lucky, he wouldn’t see me taking a woman back with me to the hotel, because he might get the wrong idea. Or the right idea, depending on how you looked at it.
I was half-hard already. Klara looked so lovely, her lips wet from the beer, her face warm, and her breathing heavy and irregular. My eyes couldn’t help dropping to her chest. She wore a dress with a modest neckline, but I had seen her like this before.
Though I displayed confidence, I did think that Klara would stop me. Maybe she’d regain her senses and have second thoughts about doing this. I wouldn’t mind, I had the time, and now that I’d met her again, I wasn’t going to let her disappear. If she needed time, I wouldn’t mind giving it to her.
Klara surprised me. Instead of pushing me off her and heading back inside, she wrapped her arms around my neck and tugged me down. I followed her lead and held my breath as she kissed and bit at my lips. I was frozen for only a moment before I responded in kind, a low sound rumbling in my throat as I wrapped an arm around her waist, and licked my way into her mouth.
I was half hard already. Klara kept rubbing against me and making light moaning noises, and I growled and pressed even tighter against her, rocking my hips against hers.
She gasped, breaking away from the kiss.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered, trembling.
I ducked my head to mouth at her neck. I bit her skin lightly, before soothing the sting with my tongue, making my way down her to her chest, only stopping when her dress’s neckline blocked her skin from me.
“Why are you stopping?” she complained, her fingers flexing on my shoulder.
I grinned. “You don’t want me to stop, then?”
She was stiff in my arms, not saying anything.
Slowly, so she could tell me not to if she wanted to, I reached behind her and undid the zip of her dress. I didn’t pull it down all the way, just enough so I could lower the top of her dress a bit. She had on a black bra underneath, and I tugged the strap off with my teeth, cupping her breasts from underneath, squeezing them a little.
