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I flinch. “You’re going to kill someone with that cane if you’re not careful.”
“If I do, they probably deserve it. When that happens, will you come visit me in prison?”
“Sure, I will.”
“Okay baby, that’s enough. Let’s get this water in you and sober you up at bit.” Cole grabs my water and wraps an arm around me, ushering me back to the private VIP area. Cole sits down, then puts me on his lap. “Here drink.”
“You’re such bossy pants.” I take the water from him taking a couple drinks.
“Did you get started without us, Kate?”
I glance over at Kit, who sits down on the other side of us. “You were late.”
A server comes over with drinks. “Can I get anything for the two of you?” he asks Cole and me.
I open my mouth but get a hand that shimmies up my thigh, settling between my legs. “Diet, soda.” I breathe out. We’re sitting on the edge with my body turned away from everyone, so no one can see what he’s done.
Cole hesitates. “I’ll have a red death and a flatliner.”
“Sounds yummy.” Cole’s thumb pushes against my panties. The sensation is sharp and intense. I can’t help my hips. They arch, but Cole digs his fingers into my thigh, stopping me.
“Stop it,” I hiss in his ear and try to move his hand.
“Touch my hand, Cookie, and I’ll do it again.” I narrow my eyes at him but don’t touch his hand, instead I cross my arms.
“Where’s Alan?” I ask.
“Dancing up a storm from what I can tell from here,” Kit says.
I look out towards the dance floor to see Alan dancing with two different women. “Looks like he’s showing you up, Kit. You better get out there.”
“Nobody shows Kit Everett up.” And he leaves to battle it out with Alan.
Cole scoots us further into the booth, keeping his hand up my skirt. Our drinks show up. Cole drinks the shot that has red stuff floating in the middle of it in one large gulp. I watch with mild interest. He chucks the empty glass across the table, fisting his hand in my hair as he crushes his mouth over mine. His tongue ravishes the inside of my mouth. I can taste the tang of the alcohol and something hot that stings my lips and mouth.
“Hot,” I breathe, “I’m burning.”
Cole grabs the other drink, throwing it back. His lips press against mine again, but this time the taste is cool and minty, easing the fire in my mouth. Cole licks into my mouth, stroking his fingers against my sex. With all the alcohol I’ve consumed, I’m overwhelmed. “No more,” I moan, breaking away from Cole’s mouth. Cole stops his assault but didn’t move his hand.
“Here.” He hands me my soda. “How’s your mouth? Is it still on fire?”
“It depends. Do you mean from the Tabasco or from your tongue thrashing?”
“Kate.” Cole’s fingers brush lightly across my panties.
“Is this your new form of torture?”
“I’m shooting from the hip tonight. It’s not torture for me. It’s quite pleasurable to see what I do to you. Why can’t you be a good girl for just a little while?”
“Because maybe, deep down inside, I’m really a bad girl.”
“Then let’s do some bad girl stuff.”
“Like what?”
“I want to make you come?” Cole breathes in my ear.
His fingers push the triangle of my panties aside. He hasn’t even touched me and my hips rock to meet him. “Here?”
