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It took me a heartbeat or two to get over the shock, but when I did, I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and bit down. Hard.
“Oww...” She tried to pull back, but I had a pretty good hold on her with my teeth. “That’s for the name calling,” I growled, not letting go. “Now give me your fucking tongue.”
She definitely liked that. Fisting two handfuls of my shirt, she got out of her chair and pushed her big tits up against me, the same big tits I might’ve jerked off to, thinking about the bathing suit shots she’d sent me. And she also gave me her tongue.
Damn, who knew lust and rage combined into Viagra. I was hard as a rock, sitting in the middle of a damn bar. Somewhere deep down, I knew I should pull back, be the voice of reason, but I was incapable. Instead, I slid my fingers into her hair and wrapped a clump of it around my fist. She moaned through our joined mouths when I tugged.
Fuck me.
I needed more.
More of her.
All of her.
I was just about to toss her over my shoulder and drag her back to my room, when the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted. Dazed, I tried to pull back, but Nora bit my lip this time.Hard.
Oh fuck.
She liked pissed off. Well, that I could do…
“You’re so infuriating,” I grumbled.
“Yet you want to fuck me anyway.”
“I’d like to put you over my knee first.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that.”
I considered trying to fuck her right here. It was probably just the bartender interrupting anyway. Let him watch. I jumped back into the moment, ignoring everything around us. Never in my life had the chemistry with someone been so strong.
But then came another throat clearing. And this time it was followed by a voice, a man’s voice.
“Jesus Christ, Nora. You’re going to get arrested for public indecency again.”
That snapped me out of it. Nora too.
We turned the direction of the voice, and Nora blinked a few times. “Richard. What are you doing here?”
“Watching you dry hump, apparently.”
“Seriously, what the hell?”
I really hoped this guy wasn’t her boyfriend, or husband even. Because getting into a fight with a hard-on wasn’t going to be fun.
“You called me, remember? To bail you out of jail?”
“And you told me to go fuck myself.”
“Yet I showed up anyway…like I always do for you.” The guy looked at me for the first time. He lifted his chin. “Who are you?”
“Beck Cross. And you are…”
He motioned to Nora. “Herfiancé.”
“Ex-fiancé,” Nora clarified.
Perfect. Just fucking perfect.
