Page 117 of Painted Truths

Holding his eyes, I rasp out a single, impassioned word.

"Everything."

Sitting there in the tense atmosphere, I'm willing the girls to return so we can make our excuses and get the fuck out of here, but the world obviously has it out for me today because there's no trace of them in the crowd.

"Henry." His voice breaks on the second syllable. "Someday we need to iron this out. I get that right now is not the time, but I just need to know we'll clear the air. Someday. Please."

I'm still mute long minutes later until I see his shoulders droop, and my stubbornness wanes in the face of his defeat.

"Someday, okay?"

That same old grin reappears, forcing an unwilling upward tug on one side of my mouth in response, just as the girls crash back to the table with yet another round of shots.

"This one's for my McHottie." Liv, blatantly flying high on her mix of margaritas, tequila shots and, dare I say orgasms, provided by yours truly, holds out a shot of tequila to me. The lime is balanced on the side of the glass, and her other hand is held out, offering me a salt cellar.

Standing, I walk around behind her, pinching the cellar from between her fingers as I go, watching her body begin to hum under my intense gaze. Standing behind her, I pull her long hair to one side, displaying her slim neck, before drawing my tongue from her sweet spot right to just below her ear.

Her body visibly trembles, and I swear I can smell her arousal in the air, causing my dick to thicken in the suddenly tight confines of my pants.

I slowly and deliberately sprinkle the salt along the glistening trail of my saliva on her neck before pinching the lime from the side of the glass that's still held between her thumb and forefinger.

I place it between her teeth, and plucking the glass from her fingers, I quickly lick the salt, making sure to flatten my tongue all the way up before I tug her earlobe between my teeth, biting softly.

Her unchecked whimper does nothing to ease the heaviness in my balls as I knock back the shot, then fuse my lips to hers, sucking the lime while offsetting its bitterness with her luscious sweetness.

The second I break away, Peaches’ eyes find mine as her words ghost across my mouth. “You remember that night at Velvet, you told me to call you get-your-coat-love-you’ve-pulled?”

“And that’s all she wrote, folks.” Alex and the girls move forward to bid us both farewell as Peach gathers her coat and bag and begins tugging me toward the exit to copious catcalls from both girls.

Having left the bar unexpectedly, and unwilling to hold on for a couple of minutes while I call my driver, Liv hails the first black cab she sees. As we slide into the back seat, she chants off her address, but placing a hand on her leg to squeeze gently, I cut her off to give him the address of my penthouse.

"I'd like to go home, Peach."

"But, Henry, my place is closer."

Sliding my hand along her bare leg until I reach the hem of her short dress, I run my pinkie finger underneath, climbing higher and higher as a shocked gasp leaves her mouth.

"Our home, baby. I want to go to our place." Finding her clit already wet and swollen, I barely dust my pinkie across her throbbing flesh, gathering her juices before withdrawing my hand to find my finger shimmering in her honey.

"To our bed."

Her eyes are hooded with barely concealed desire. She watches, enthralled when I slip my coated finger past my lips, sucking her essence into my mouth, swirling it around on my tongue like the finest vintage cabernet before releasing the cleaned digit with a loud pop!

Moments later, we pull up outside my building with unconcealed sexual tension crackling between us. I toss the driver two one-hundred-pound notes before we rush along the path and into the lobby, both of us uncaring of passers-by in our desperation to have one another again.

Keying in the code for the penthouse, the elevator ride is a moaning mess of undulating tongues, teeth clashing, and hips grinding, as though we are trying to inhabit one body instead of two.

Once the car arrives at our floor, we stumble into our space, lips not once breaking apart.

Reaching around her back, I frantically yank down the zipper of her dress as she tries to unbutton my shirt with trembling fingers.

Too slow.

Stepping back, I grip either side and pull, sending buttons flying everywhere as Liv's sweet giggles reverberate through the ample space. Then, advancing on her with a heated intensity in my eyes, she sobers before retreating several steps until her back is against the full glass windows of our home.

Reaching her, I peel the dress from her body, letting it fall to the floor. She steps out of it, kicking it to one side, then leans forward to unbuckle my belt.

She toes off her heels while unbuttoning my pants, her hard nipples jutting into my chest when I tug her long, straight hair back to force her eyes up to meet mine.