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I won’t let anyone cheapen this. Maybe to the outside world this would look like something seedy, an older boss taking his pretty bartender into the back room, butweknow better. We know this is for keeps.
“Good girl,” I mutter, pressing the words against her glossy black hair. It’s so silky, snagging on my stubbled chin. “That’s it, baby. Squeeze me tight. Let me deep. Fuck, Dani, you feel so good.”
She makes a muffled noise, pressing her face harder against my shirt, and I swallow hard and grip her thighs tighter. Plunge deeper with every thrust.
Creak.
Creak.
Creak.
That’s it: I’m getting a new table. Something three inches taller, too. And I’m covering over that goddamn vent.
“K-Kingston.”
Hell yeah. Hearing her say my name like that, all breathy and pleading as I rock between her thighs—that’s the sweetest sound I ever heard. Snaking a hand between us, I find her nub and rub circles above it. Dani gives a strangled wail, her legs tightening on my hips.
Yes.
She’s a miracle when she comes. Like the summer storms that soak the valley sometimes, with thunder rumbling and lightning cracking and rain pounding the baked dirt, with the taste of electricity on the air. Dani clings to me and shudders, her whole perfect body trembling with the force of it, and I keep rubbing and thrusting and murmuring sweet words until she slumps forward, limp in my arms.
This is the best moment of my life.
“I’m gonna keep going,” I warn her, thrusts getting choppy. “Tell me to pull out, baby. This is your chance.”
Dani scoffs against my throat, then kicks her heels against my ass, forcing me closer. The sweet feelings crowd in my chest, thick enough to burst.
“Okay. Okay. You ready for this?”
“Uh-huh.” Weak hands tug on my shirt. “Do it, Kingston. Come inside.”
Christ.
Well, with encouragement like that, I couldn’t stop now if I tried. There’s nothing I can do except screw my eyes shut and burrow as deep as I can go, pleasure slicing through my belly like a knife. It feels so good it almost hurts, each spurt rocketing through my shaft and filling my girl up. Wet and warm. Claimed at last.
Dani sighs happily, snuggling against my chest.
“You’re gonna be sticky.” I heave for breath.
“Good,” is all she says, pressing a kiss to my chin. “Though you can wipe down the table.”
* * *
One year later
I’m slinging one leg over my bike in the King’s parking lot when my phone goes off in my pocket. My heart stops then starts again, double time, because I know that special sound.
It’s been a whole year since I gave Dani that personal alarm, but she’s never had any trouble. Never pushed the button.
Until now.
“Shit.” My hands are clumsy as I yank the phone from my pocket, checking the text with her GPS coordinates. A little map of Beaver Creek shows on my phone screen, with a pin on a familiar building downtown. My throat clenches tight.
She’s home?
Are there intruders? A drunken neighbor? A fire?
I’ve never torn out of the King’s parking lot so fast in my life. Gravel sprays behind me, and it’s a good thing I already locked up the bar for the night, because otherwise I’d leave the lights on and the door wide open, thieves be damned.
