Page 116 of Lucky Mother Pucker

“Put me on the bartop,” I say.

He grabs my waist and hauls me up like I weigh nothing. I almost whimper at how strong he is, how he moves me with zero effort.

I spread my legs so he can stand between them. I watch his thick, stubbled throat bob as he swallows hard, holding my gaze the whole time.

Tingles climb up my chest as I stare at him. He rests his hands on my waist. He’s so close that I can feel the heat from his body skimming over me.

I hand him the tequila shot, but he shakes his head.

I frown, confused, until he tilts his head at me and says, “Spit it into my mouth.”

My jaw falls to the floor, and I gasp. I stammer for a second. “Excuse me?”

He leans closer. His face is two inches from mine. “Spit. It. In. My. Mouth.”

I sit there, my mouth hanging open, wondering for the second time if I heard him correctly. But I know I did. Even in my tipsy state, I heard him crystal clear.

Well, then. It seems like Leo is a little bit filthy. And bossy.

My clit pulses at the growl in his command. Is this what he’s like in bed? Does he like to order his girl around? Tell her what she can and can’t do? When she can or can’t come?

A whimper lingers in the back of my throat just imagining Leo in bed, ordering me around in that ridiculously sexy, bossy growl.

Without breaking eye contact, I pour the shot in my mouth. Then I grab Leo’s face with my hand and pull him closer to me. I press our lips together. We stay like that for a moment, feeling each other’s mouths. Then his hot lips part open, and I spit out tequila.

He groans as he swallows it. With his eyes on me, he licks his lips.

“So fucking good,” he growls.

My heart pounds in my chest as I lean back and look at him. I’m dizzy again, and I’m breathing hard like I’ve just run a race.

“Slap me,” he orders.

My inner thighs quiver at the roughness in his hard tone.

I pull my hand back, but before I can take a swing, he gently grabs my wrist. His eyebrow quirks up. “Don’t hold back, Luce. I like it hard.”

That whimper I’ve been holding in escapes from my lips. I sound so desperate and whiny.

The edge of his mouth tips up in a devilishly handsome half-smile. He lets go of my wrist. A second later, I slap him as hard as I can.

But because I’m small and not nearly as strong as he is, it’s not really that hard. Leo’s head barely moves.

The look in his rich, mahogany eyes is dazed, but only for a second. It focuses, and then he looks at me, that dangerously sexy grin still playing on his lips. Heat flickers in his gaze.

“How was that?” I ask.

“Hot.”

My breath catches; that ache between my legs intensifies.

I suddenly remember the glass of water I’m holding in my hand. I’m supposed to throw that in his face. But before I can, Briar runs up to me.

She’s about to say something when she notices Leo. “Oh, hey!” She smiles. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“I thought I’d tag along with you ladies for a bit. Hope that’s okay.”

“That’s perfect. We’re headed to another bar now. You guys ready to go?”