“I got the front picked up already, you don’t have to worry about it.” She’s holding a few bills folded in her hand that she waves towards me. “Here’s your half of the body shot money.”
The image of her bare chest flashes through my head again.
Fuck. My dick is back at it.
“Oh, lean over here.” She pulls a paper towel from the rack and dips it under the warm water. “You might not have a girlfriend yet, but you go home with lipstick on your mouth, no one will believe you.” A smirk flirts a mischievous glint into her emerald gaze as she wags her fingers at me.
I hesitate. I don’t know how well I’ll handle her touching me again.
It makes it hard to breathe.
“Come on, be a good boy.” Her voice drops into a low purr.
Does she know what the fuck she’s doing to me? Or is this still her bar act? I’ve seen the difference in how she treats the customers. Flirty banter for tips.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I obediently lean closer.
Her fingers are cool where she grips my chin, a sharp contrast to the heat of the damp wipe.
Every stroke feels like I’m straddling an electric fence.
“There.” She tilts her head, staring at my mouth. “Now it doesn’t look like you’ve been kissing anyone.”
My throat closes over making it impossible to breathe.
Somehow I finish rinsing the last tray.
Maybe I should flip the water to cold and spray it down my damn pants?
“Anyways, here’s the cash.” She sets it on the clean prep area. “Have a good week.” Flashing me one last smile, she disappears out the door.
The entire drive home, all I can think about is the brush of her lips.
Was that a kiss?
It’d have been my first.
Does it count?
I’m just glad everyone is asleep when I get home. Tiptoeing into my room, I tug off my boots and jeans, then collapse onto my disheveled bed.
Sleep would be nice.
Except every time I close my eyes I see her. That damn body shot replays over and over on an endless loop.
Each time I progress a little further.
What would it have been like to tug her snug tank top down and lick the salt directly off her nipples? Are they pink or purple?
With a groan I roll over, wrapping my arms around my pillow.
If I had kissed her, would she taste like lime? Or the burn of tequila?
It would have been better if I could have sucked the alcohol out of her pierced belly button.
Fuck.
My hand drifts to my boxers, gripping my hard dick in my fist.
