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“If you’re calling this conversation the highlight of your night, sweetheart, I feel bad for you.”
She smiles. “Don’t. My vibrator and I do just fine.”
My cock twitches because thinking of her getting off by herself shamelessly is probably one of the most alluring things I’ve thought about all week. “No boyfriend, huh?”
“Not recently.”
“You’re a tease.”
Molly steps between my spread thighs and she smells like tonka beans and vanilla. Those green eyes shamelessly latch onto me and I can’t say my cock has stopped getting hard since she started talking. “I’d never tease you. I’m just being honest.”
“Then why do I suddenly want to bend you over and show you how entertaining I can really be?”
“You’re a flirt.”
“I’m a realist.”
“You’re being a gentleman because you haven’t suggested taking me home once yet.”
Ugh, right.
That.
It’s overrated.
I place my palm on my thigh to keep from grabbing her hip. “Do you need me to fix that?”
Molly decides to torture me by pondering that for a few seconds before stating, “I think we should solve your problem first, and then maybe if you still like me afterward we can talk about it.”
“Sounds an awful lot like you wanting to see me again, trouble.”
She winks at me with a smirk. “Well, you did call me a tease and I’m just trying to be helpful.”
“By telling me that you get yourself off with your legs spread open when there could be something else I could give you. I’d say you’re testing my limited amounts of restraint in this matter.”
“You don’t seem like someone that makes rational decisions.”
“I’m not, but I’m looking to make an exemption.”
“And that was probably the nicest thing you’ve said to me besides the way you just eye-fucked me ten minutes ago.”
“It was definitely a compliment,” I admit with a steady breath to keep myself in her good graces.
For now.
Any other time it’s free game.
Any other time, I would’ve offered a ride in the backseat of my car while I listened to every single moan leave her lips.
Molly slowly places the hundred-dollar bill I gave her on the bartop, and slides it under my hand that rests there. “I have the perfect dress for your little gathering if you’re looking to make an impression.” She frowns then as if something terrible just crossed her mind. “And I never got your name.”
“Kai.” I give her my birth name because if I give her what everyone else calls me, she might look me up on social and I’m definitely going to come up.
I might not be widely in the game anymore, but I’m a four-time boxing world champion. I still make my presence known in the community by showing up and supporting up-and-coming boxers, but I haven’t fought in a while.
My daughters wouldn’t appreciate the black eyes.
“Kai,” she says slowly, then nods. “Okay then.”
