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She looks nervous, her cheeks turning pink as she looks around. Nobody’s paying attention to us. There are quite a few people here, and most of them are drunk at the bar or dancing. It’s dark, with only flashes of bright LED lights cutting through the room.
Willow’s wearing a casual, long sleeved black dress that stops mid-thigh, and black pantyhose that cover her legs. After another glance around, she slowly lifts the material and rests her hand on her pussy, showing me the black panties under the sheer material.
“Here.”
“Hmm.”
She lets the material fall back down, and I shift, sitting sideways in the booth as I grab her thigh, bringing her foot to rest beside me.
Her breath catches in her throat as she watches me. My fingers crawl up her leg, finding the crease between her thigh and groin, and then I rip the pantyhose.
Willow gasps as my finger presses against her bare flesh, tearing the hole a little wider. I lean forward and lick her soft skin, making sure to take my time.
“Oh god,” she whispers, her hand falling to my head.
I ease back and grab the small dish of salt before I pour it over the spot on her inner thigh. Most of it spills to the floor, but enough clings to my saliva on her skin, and to be honest, I don’t give a shit about the salt.
I bring the glass of tequila to my lips and swallow it down before leaning in again and licking the salt from her flesh. When I pull away, she drops her foot and brings the lime to her mouth, placing the wedge between her lips. I stand and bite into it, but don’t pull away too quickly.
When I’m done, I toss the rind to the table, and we stay locked in on each other for several seconds.
“Guess it’s my turn,” she says, her voice airy and soft.
I sit back in the booth, this time moving to the back where it curves. I stretch my arms out along the back, waiting for her to crawl in next to me.
On her knees at my side, her eyes flicker from the hem of my shirt to my neck, deciding what she wants to do. I expect her to do something tame—my wrist, maybe collarbone, but I don’t expect for a second for her to lift my shirt. But that’s what she does.
I slouch down a little more and she pushes my shirt up to my chest before gazing into my eyes. When I don’t object, she leans down and her pink tongue slides out from between her full lips and dances across the bottom of my stomach, right above the waistband of my jeans.
She pinches salt between her fingers and sprinkles it on my skin. After handing me the other wedge, she grabs the shot glass and drinks it down while staring into my eyes. I put the slice of lime in my mouth and watch as her head lowers into my lap, her tongue cleaning up the salt while also dipping lower, beneath the material of my underwear.
I want to put my hand on the back of her head and force her there, make her suck my cock right here and now. She raises her head, eyes full of sinful thoughts as she comes forward to take the wedge. When she sits back, squeezing more of the lime juice into her mouth, my eyes travel over her shoulder.
Across from us, on the other side of the dance floor, Kaspian sits in his own booth, joined by a couple of women, but his eyes are trained on me. The smile starts slowly, his lips taking their time to stretch upwards. He lifts a hand and waves with his fingers.
ChapterSeventeen
“I’m gonna go get some of this salt out of my pantyhose,” Willow says with a nervous giggle.
I give her a small grin. “Okay.”
My eyes fly back to Kaspian. He just sits there, watching me. I think he’ll come over right away, asking about who I’m with, but he doesn’t. He just stares.
Jason slides into the booth, sweaty and breathing hard. “Jesus. Cora never wants to stop dancing. I was finally able to pass her off to somebody else.”
I pull my gaze from Kaspian. “Oh yeah? I try to avoid the dance floor.”
“I don’t blame you. Saw a little action going on over here,” he says with a grin.
I shake my head. “Don’t start.”
“I knew something was gonna happen between you two.”
“Nothing has.”
“Oh please. Does she have to beg you?” My brow arches on its own accord. Jason starts cracking up, leaning over to shove me in the shoulder. “Fucking dog.”
“I thought that was you.” I look up and find Kaspian next to the table. I see the annoyance burning deep in his eyes.
