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As I nurse my beer, I flirt with her throughout the evening. While every man in this place can’t keep their eyes off her, and they are quite vocal about it, I have something they don’t.
Money.
A whole fucking lot of money.
The potential of a hefty tip alone will bring her back to me, but we both know that my interest in her is what keeps her standing in front of me. She is blinded by the possibilities of me—so blinded that she doesn’t see me for what I really am.
I take the final swig from the bottle, and she is promptly here asking in a sultry tone, “Another? It’s last call, and we’re closing up in about ten minutes.”
Placing a hundred dollar bill under my bottle, I slide it toward her side of the counter. “Two. And I’ll split them with you once you lock up.”
Her bright green eyes literally sparkle at my words as she pulls the cash and bottle from the bar. Tucking the money into her pocket, she nods, “Deal. I’ll be out in about thirty minutes.”
“Thirty minutes.” I tip my head as I repeat it back to her before heading outside to my car.
CHAPTER THREE
SAMUEL
While I sit in my car, I watch as the unseemly patrons continue to stumble out of the bar, counting the minutes on the dash display. My hand repeatedly palms over my throbbing cock, and I can’t push the thought sinking inside of her from my mind.
Just a few minutes shy of her promised thirty minutes, she steps out of the doors. There are only two cars left in this parking lot—my shiny Maserati and what I am assuming is her rusted Chevy pickup.
She locks the doors to the bar and saunters cutely over to the back of the truck, dropping the tailgate and climbing onto it. Turning off the car, I leave my keys in the cupholder and climb out of the driver’s seat.
Walking to the truck, I can’t pull my eyes from the bare, crossed legs dangling from her perch. The short little denim skirt she’s wearing barely covers her, inching higher as she shifts her weight like she’s practically inviting me inside.
Patience, sweet girl.
As I get closer, she extends one of the beers toward me. Taking it from her, I take a sip and lightly shake my head. “I think we both know that I didn’t actually stick around this dump for another warm beer.”
Dipping her head, Mia tucks a loose tendril of hair behind her ear. I step closer, and I don’t stop until her outer thigh is firmly resting against my hip. Still holding the bottle in my hand, I place my hands on the tailgate against each of her hips.
Without looking up, she meekly asks, “Then, what did you stay for?”
“You.” My tone is soft yet firm. As the words resonate, she begins to lift her head. She looks up through her lashes, and her gaze meets mine; I’m surprised to find a glimmer of lust in her emerald eyes.
She might not be so sweet and innocent after all.
I take her lips the moment she lifts her face enough to make them accessible to me. They are soft and supple, and I want more of them. I need more of them. Swiping my tongue along the crease between them, she parts them for me. I plunge my tongue into her mouth and fervently begin my exploration of every part of her.
She meets my need, her fingers gripping the front of my shirt and fisting it tightly as she pulls me closer. Our tongues wrestle, fighting for control—control I know she will never have. Continuing to plunder her mouth, I grip her hips and begin to slide my hands down the bare skin of her thighs. Reaching her knees, I squeeze them firmly and start uncrossing them when she breathlessly pulls back from our kiss.
“Wait…,” she pants, and her warm, beer-scented breath blows against my face, “I don’t even know your name.
“Sam,” I say against her lips.
“This is going really fast, Sam.”
“Fuck, I love how my name sounds rolling off your tongue.” I brush my lips over hers as I maneuver myself between her thighs. I slide her skirt up her thighs, needing to spread them wide enough for my broad frame, and leaving the bunched fabric resting around her waist. A light grumble rises from my chest as I stare down our bodies to the awaiting warmth between her thighs.
“Is it too fast?” I teasingly rub the backs of my knuckles over the skimpy, pink cotton thong covering her cunt. She whimpers slightly but otherwise stares back at me silently with her lusty eyes locked on mine. Slipping my finger under the cotton, I pull it to the side and am pleased to find her bare. Not breaking eye contact with her, I lower myself between her knees. “Is it too fast to want to taste you?”
She doesn’t protest as I place a trail of wet, sloppy kisses up her inner thigh. Licking her pussy with a firm flick of my tongue, she lets out a soft groan.
And I’m done for.
Losing every bit of control, I grip her hips and drive my face into her cunt. I fervently lick and suck at her clit, needing nothing more than just hearing her scream my name. Rubbing a finger around her dripping entrance, I slip it inside of her teasingly slow.
