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“What?” I question, unable to fathom what would cause him to react that way as he motions downward. I follow the path of his hand and notice my rather obvious bulge straining against the fabric of my jeans, begging for release.
“Shit.” I step closer to the bar, biting back a groan as my bulge rubs against the lip of the bar. I clear my throat, searching for anything to help this awkward situation. “I’ll see you on Monday. You’re scheduled to work tomorrow night.”
Nolan winks in my direction before spinning on his heels and heading toward the back room.
Marissa turns toward me. “What was that about?”
I wave her question away. “Nothing important. Want to call it?”
“Can I get on the bar?” Marissa asks, pulling off her boots and dropping them to the floor beside her.
“Do I have a choice in the matter?” I hold my hands out and grasp her hand, supporting her weight as she climbs up on top of the bar.
“No, but I like to give you the illusion of power.”
Marissa places two fingers in her mouth and whistles loudly, getting everyone in the bar’s attention. “Last call, ladies and gents. Please tip your bartender!” she shouts just as someone plays “Closing Time” by Semisonic on the jukebox in the corner.
Patrons begin to filter toward the bar to cash out. Thankfully, most of the crowd left a few hours ago, and only a few stragglers remain.
My eyes focus on Marissa, her hips swaying back and forth, giving me my own private show and another excuse to take not-so-secret glances at her lithe form. She travels down the bar, playing air guitar and an imaginary keyboard while mouthing all the words along with the song. Some patrons join her show, singing into her imaginary microphone. Her excitement exudes from every pore in her body, making it damn near impossible not to smile.
“I’d love to be going home with that piece of ass,” a gruff man growls as he places his now-empty glass on the bar.
“Well, good thing you aren’t,” I retort, turning to the register and swiping his card.
When I spin back around, my eyes widen, mesmerized by Marissa’s ass as she sways into a squat before making her way back up. Her eyes close as she raises her hands in the air and tilts her head toward the ceiling, letting the music overtake her body.
Without taking my eyes off Marissa, I drop the man’s card and receipt onto the bar top. I don’t know if he signed his check, took his card, or dropped dead on the floor. I’m completely mesmerized by Marissa as she continues swaying to the music.
“Take a picture. It lasts longer.” She giggles as she points toward the front door. “Everyone’s gone.”
I duck my head in embarrassment as I walk around the bar and head toward the door. “Get your shit together, Finn. Marissa isn’t the first woman you’ve flirted with, although she will be your last,” I mumble to the door as I flip the lock before grabbing my dick through my pants and trying to relieve some of the pressure.
I take a deep breath, thinking of everything from my parents going at it right on the bar in front of me to my eighty-nine-year-old grandfather wearing a Speedo. After a few minutes of those disturbing images filtering through my mind, I feel comfortable walking around the room.
“Lord, give me strength,” I mumble as another song plays.
I send up a silent prayer before heading back behind the bar without sparing a glance at her. If I do, I’ll be trapped under her spell for a second time. Now that I can focus, I manage the remaining side work in no time.
“Shut that thing off, Marissa. It’s time to go. I need to close up,” I say, not bothering to look at her for fear of losing my concentration.
I’ve tried to count out the register three times, but every time I catch sight of her, my brain short circuits and I have to start over.
“One more song,” she whines.
“One more song. That’s it. And then home for you.”
Having finished my count, I shove a large stack of money into the bank deposit bag for drop-off and shut the drawer. Marissa flashes me a bright smile and a mock salute before she continues her dancing. “Shit!” she screeches, her body tipping sideways.
Without thinking, I launch myself forward to catch her. Using the momentum of her body, I spin around and pin her to the back of the bar.
“You need to be more careful,” I chastise her, only now noticing the situation I’ve put myself in.
My body is almost flush against hers, pressing her against the back bar. My desire awakens for the second time tonight.
“Finn,” she whispers, molding her body to mine as she wraps her arms around my neck.
Her eyes never leave mine as she presses her lips gently to mine.
