Page 117 of The Bitter Words

Stained Lips & Cold Conversations

His hands say stay, my mouth says sin…and neither one remembers who crossed the line first.

Casey, the cute blond guy I hired to help me with marketing Livianna Grace Designs, pulls me through the thick crowd at the members-only dive bar where I occasionally hang out.

“Let’s hope there isn’t a long line.” He glances back at me and winks. “After you teased me on the ride over, I’m about to take you right here in front of everyone.”

Oh, I forgot to add that tidbit. Casey and I are also fucking on the side.

I squeeze his hand. “Is that something you’d do?”

“What?”

“Having sex in public.”

“I’ll try anything once. Twice if I like it.”

I laugh and we find our way to one of the two unisexbathrooms. We only have to wait a few minutes but keep ourselves busy while making out with one another.

Once it’s our turn, he yanks me in behind him. The people waiting after us either groan or cheer us on.

“We’ll try to make it quick.” I shrug and step into the area.

Casey closes the door and locks it. “Forget them and get over here.”

I turn to face him and press my lips to his. At first, it was strange to kiss someone other than Callum, but now I pretend I’m playing a role.

It makes it easier and, in all honesty, I’m enjoying letting my sexual side out. I’ve had a damn good time expressing myself.

I run my palms down his bodybuilder muscular chest and find his belt buckle. He breaks our kiss and lifts my skirt.

His smoldering green eyes burn into mine. “We had plenty of foreplay on the car ride over. Your pussy was dripping before we got in here and I’m hard. You know what that means, right?”

“Yes.” I turn around and he bends me over the counter.

My panties are already off and tucked away in my purse. What can I say? Our trip over in the car service was eventful.

We worked together all day and spent most of that time turning each other on with sexual innuendos and soft grazes across certain sensitive spots.

He slips his pants down enough his girthy dick springs out. My heart rate picks up and wetness seeps between my legs as he rips open a condom and rolls it on.

He runs the tip of his length over the outside of my sex, stopping and rubbing it against my bud. “Yeah, sugar. Your clit is so swollen it’s about to burst. You want me as much as I want you.”

“Then show me.” I find his hooded eyes in the reflection of the mirror. “Hard.”

“You got it.” He takes one more swipe through my folds and drives himself into me.

He grabs a fistful of my now blazing red hair with a black shadow root and yanks my head back. My neck strains as he plows into me with force.

My hip bones hit the edge of the counter and pain fills my core. Casey is anything but gentle and I love it. It helps me focus on the sex itself so I don’t think about anything else.

I groan and close my eyes. “Harder. Pound into me until I can’t take any more.”

“Doing my best.” He pulls my hair and places his palm on my shoulder, using it for more leverage. He shoves his cock as far into me as it will go. “Better?”

“Yes. That’s perfect.”

“Get yourself to come. My hands are kind of tied up.”