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“Wicked,” she breathed out.
“Let’s hope so. I’ll kill him if this is totally underwhelming.” Aramis led her right to the bar where he ordered for her. It was lucky he did, as June could not stop taking it all in. The ceiling was low and covered in Edison bulbs. The walls were covered in antique concert posters and things like that, and each table had a jar filled with red flowers. With drinks in hand, Aramis led her to a table near the small stage that was still open.
“Okay, so preliminary thoughts and grading?” he asked while they sipped on French 75’s.
“You want me to grade our date?”
“One thing you should know about me, June…” He leaned in so close, she swore she could count each individual piece of stubble on his chin. “I’m a slut for praise, giving and receiving.”
“Fuck.” She leaned back and dragged her teeth over her bottom lip. “So it’s like that is it?”
“Like what?” He sat back, exuding innocence that she knew was fake.
“You trying to ruin my panties.” She sipped on her drink before leveling him with a stare that made her players quake in their skates. “If you want to play ‘let’s one up each other with dirty talk,’ I should warn you that not only will I win, but I’m not wearing panties. There’s nothing to ruin.”
“Really?”
“Would I lie?” she countered.
“My immediate response is no, but I’m not sure I know you well enough. So I’ll ask again. Are you really not wearing underwear right now?”
“Nope.” She said, popping that p. “No pantylines to be found here.”
“Good lord.” He threw back the rest of his drink, snorting at the fizz from the champagne. “I’ll go get us more drinks before I do something truly stupid.”
June snorted and watched him weave his way back to the bar. She hadn’t lied, when he told her about the place he was taking her, she wished she had something 1920’s appropriate but she didn't nor did she have time, so her dress was figure hugging, and there was no way to hide lines, so she was completely nude under it. She knew exactly how most men reacted, and Aramis did not disappoint.
He came back with two fresh drinks and a tray of snacks. “Here you go, you little minx. Another French 75 and a plate of nibbles. Which I shit you not, is what the bartender called them. I have no clue how he kept a straight face.”
“Ooh, snacks. We are getting dinner later, right?” He nodded. “Good. I need a ridiculous amount of calories and while these are adorable—she lifted a lobster canape off the plate—this will do nothing to feed me.”
“Oh, I’ll feed you,” he mumbled. She heard him.
With a smirk on her face she leaned in. “What do you plan to feed me, then?”
“You are a dirty girl,” he responded with a growl. “Be good and I’ll show you later.”
“We’ll see,” she responded, before she popped the canape in her mouth. “Ohh, this is fucking delicious.”
“Let me taste,” he demanded. She went to offer him a canape of his own, but he ducked in and stole a kiss from her lips. His tongue swiped into her shocked mouth. The kiss delved into a frenzy so quickly, she grabbed his shoulders to hold on.
“Fuh… Ara… we’re in pub-public,” she gasped out when he finally pulled back to breathe.
“You’re right, of course. Come, let’s sit and enjoy our appetizer.” His hand sat low on her back and they sat side by side until the singer walked onto the stage. The beautiful woman started to sing and Aramis turned to June. “Will you dance with me?”
“Yes, yes I will.” She held her hand out and he took it, easily leading her to the dancefloor.
The first song was slow and haunting, Aramis held her close and they moved together. The first slow dance melded into a second and a third before it turned upbeat. His grip tightened and they moved quickly around the other dancers.
June laughed with joy as they moved until they stopped close to the edge of the dancefloor, his arms tight around her.
“Goddamn woman.” His thighs caged in one of hers.
“Hockey thighs, a thing of beauty right?” she responded
“This is what decades of hockey does to you?”
“Yeah, remember that conversation at the coffee shop about stick rabbits? You’d be surprised how many men out there really want to be crushed between thighs like these.” she winked. He groaned, the grip of his thighs went even tighter.
