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She shifted, making me think she’d like it. “If anyone is doing the disciplining, it’s going to be me.”
“If you do it naked, I have no objections. Start my punishment now. Kiss me.”
“That’snota punishment.”
“Depends on what side of the fence you’re on,” I reasoned, leaning closer.
I wasted no time sealing my lips to hers. Her tongue struck first, diving in for a duel with mine. Like a teenage boy, I put her hand on my hard dick. She, in turn, put mine between her legs.
“Good thing you taste like my favorite liquor,” she grumbled against my mouth.
“I was just thinking the same thing.”
I had to know if she was wet for me. I lowered the zipper of her tight jeans, shoved two fingers inside her pants, and felt around. My tigress was soaked.
Pleased, I withdrew but didn’t bother to zip her back up. A gentleman would have, but I was no gentleman.
“If you think I’m fucking you in this bar—”
“You will if I say you are,” I interrupted, grabbing the back of her neck.
“Tyrant.” She sank her teeth into my lower lip. “We’re not doing it again today.”
“I never envisioned you to be a prude,” I tossed back.
“I amnota prude,” she protested, her nose wrinkling.
“Once a day is most definitely prudish.” She slapped my stomach. “If you keep this up, I’ll be the one with the black eye.”
I saw the pale pink cotton of her panties through the open fly of her jeans. Sonya hadn’t even considered raising the zipper. She squinted at me. I dove back in for another kiss, unable to resist that plump mouth. She struggled against my hold, but her hands were clamped firmly on my thighs, squeezing as if it were too much. I felt the same; I almost never kissed a woman willingly. With Sonya, I couldn’t seem to stop.
She ripped her mouth off mine. “You can’t just kiss me whenever you want either,” she huffed. She straddled my lap, and my hands filled with her luscious ass. She ground her crotch against mine and tongued the seam between my lips. I sucked on it, and she shuddered against me. Everything disappeared: the bar, my mother’s illness, the financial stress, my family problems, and my general shitty outlook of the world. All that mattered was the woman on my lap. The con artist, who could very well be playing me. I didn’t care. She could do whatever she wanted to me as long as it included more of this.
She slid off my lap and back onto the seat, her lips lingering like she couldn’t get enough.
“You can kiss me whenever you want,” I murmured, a warning signal going off in my brain that I’d never given that kind of permission to a woman before. Not even Erin, who I’d loved more than myself. Nothing about whatever this was with Sonya was normal, though, so why bother trying to corral it into something I was comfortable with when that hadn’t made me happy? She was the first genuine thing in my life in a long time. The fact I was an arrogant, egotistical bastard wasn’t a deterrent.And I have no idea why that is.All I knew was I wanted more. I wanted to feel like me again. I wantedher.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sonya
“I still can’t believehow easy you made that look,” Drew marveled as we sipped our drinks. We’d been quiet for a few minutes, and I was grateful. The intensity was getting a bit much for me. I didn’t usually feel anything when a man touched me, but when Drew did, feeling was all I was capable of.
I looked under the table to find Sam sound asleep. Drew was right. He had nearly blown my story, but I didn’t come close to caring. Sometime in the past few days, I’d come to think of him as mine.
Drew moved to more comfortable territory for me. I slung back more whiskey, giving him anI know, right?look. “You’d be amazed,” I said, setting my tumbler on the table. “No matter how wary people are, they still take others at face value.”
“I wouldn’t have bought that shit.” Drew’s chest puffed out. “But youwereconvincing.”
“People like us don’t fall for just anything someone is selling.” Manipulative liars tended to see everyone else as one too.
Drew grinned. “Are you insinuating we’re alike?”
I lifted my eyes to the ceiling. “I didn’t mean it as a compliment.”
“I took it as one.” He rested his forearm on the table and angled toward me. “Is this your occupation, or are you gainfully employed elsewhere?”
“You mean somewhere reputable?” I couldn’t be all that prickly about it, because he’d acknowledged what I did was work. Today had looked easy, but sometimes, it was hard getting people to trust you to the point where they gave you shelter, money, clothes, and valuables. “This is what I do.” A voice in my head screamed I was revealing too much. No one got to know my secrets. It was too risky and could be used against me, but I ignored it as I was prone to do around him.
