“How was your day today?” he asks, circling around the bar, his eyes pinned to mine and bright green with lust.
“Good.”
“I’m happy to hear that.” He reaches me and pulls me against him, wraps his arms around my waist, and nudges my nose with his. “What if I told you it’s about to get much better?”
“Am I going to win the lottery?”
He smiles and shakes his head no.
“Are we going back to the beach?”
“Wrong again.”
His hands travel up under my shirt and around to cup my breasts, his thumbs nudging them through my bra.
“I give up. What’s about to happen?”
He leans closer, pressing his lips to mine, and says, “I’m going to fuck you, right here in your bar.”
“Well, that doesn’t make me mad,” I reply, and bite his lower lip.
“Glad to hear it.” He turns me around, lifting my shirt over my head and tossing it on the bar, along with my bra. “Brace your hands on the bar.”
God, I love it when he gets bossy like this. It makes me instantly wet and my pussy throbs from wanting him.
“Have you ever had sex in here, Kat?”
“No. We have a policy. No sex in here for any of us, but I’m pretty sure the others have broken that rule already.”
“Well, we’re going to break it too,” he says, dragging his hands down my bare back. He has the best hands. He sweeps my hair to the side and kisses my neck, licks down to the top of my shoulder blade, and bites me there. His hands are gathering my skirt around my waist. “Are you wearing panties?”
“Nope,” I reply, unable to elaborate further. God, the things he makes me feel should be illegal.
“Good girl,” he croons, and when my ass is exposed, he rubs circles on each cheek, then slaps the right cheek, just hard enough to get my attention.
“Good girls get spanked?” I ask with a grin, looking back at him.
“Absolutely.”
“Lucky me,” I reply, and gasp when he slaps the left cheek as well. He kisses down my spine, bites each cheek, then spreads them apart and buries his face in my folds, licking and sucking and making me fucking crazy.
Just as I’m about to come, he stops and spins me back around.
“I was so close.”
“You’ll be close again.” He boosts me onto the counter and spreads me wide. “I’m going to fuck you here.”
“Thank God.”
His eyes shine with his satisfied grin. He’s teasing me, his fingers sliding in and out of me, up to my clit, then through my lips. The sensation is incredible, sending sparks of electricity down my legs and up through my torso.
Even my fingertips are throbbing.
“I need you, Mac.”
His eyes flare. “Say that again.”
“I need you.”
“That’s not what you said.”
I cup his face in my hands. “I need you, Mac.”
“Now?”
“Right now. Please.”
He frees himself, protects us both, and plunges deep inside me, aggressively. He’s holding my legs wide, watching as he fucks me.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he growls. “I want you all the time. It’s all I think about.”
“Mac.”
“Not just this, but all of you. I can’t keep my hands off of you.”
I smile, then moan when he presses his thumb on my clit.
“You are mine, do you understand me?”
My eyes fly open and I stare up at him. His jaw is clenched.
“Did you hear me?”
“Yes,” I reply. I can’t help it, I have to bite something, he’s making me nuts. I lean into his shoulder and bite him, leaving little marks. “Yours.”
“Mine,” he repeats. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
I bear down, clenching around him, and smile when he groans, coming apart spectacularly.
We’re a sweaty, panting, well-sexed heap of human beings, clinging to each other as we both come down from the high.
“Are you ready to go home?” he asks.
“No. I’m hungry.” I kiss his neck. “Feed me.”
“Anything you want, Red.”
“What’ll you have?” an older woman named Flo asks us at a nearby diner that’s open all night. She’s smacking gum, and I can’t help but grin. She’s just like that waitress on the TV show from the seventies.
“I’d like some pancakes, bacon, and a hot chocolate,” I reply.
“I’ll just have some of hers,” Mac replies, passing our menus to her.
“You’re not hungry?”
“It’s midnight,” he replies with a smile. “It’s a bit late for me to eat.”
“I didn’t have dinner.” I shrug. “And you’ve been helping me burn extra calories lately.”
“We’ll have to remember to put some protein bars in your handbag,” he says with a smile. “I’ll bring you smoothies.”
I shake my head and giggle. “Mia will cook me up something if I ask her to.”
“Then remember to ask her to,” he says. We’re cuddled up on the same side of the booth. “Was tonight okay?”
“I don’t think okay is the right word for it.”
“I’m not looking for an ego boost,” he says.
“I’m not giving you one,” I reply, and thread our fingers together. “I don’t give empty compliments. Tonight was fun and sexy.”