“The romance had fizzled out?”
“He used the excuse of working late and not wanting to disturb me when he got home to sleep on the couch. That had become his bed for the last six months. Lying, cheating scumbag.”
He leans in close.
His expensive cologne drifts to my nostrils, along with a copious dose of pheromones.
“Six long months of celibacy is an eternity,” he says low, the rumble of his deep voice ratcheting my horniness.
I pull away. “In this day and age, a girl needs a BOB—or a collection of them––for when she hits a dry spell.”
“Bob?”
“Battery operated boyfriend.”
“I see.” He nods. “Were things hot and heavy between you and your boyfriend before they turned cold?”
“For the first four months, it was exciting, but the moment we moved in together…” I sigh. “Everything between us became boring. And then I find out in the year we’ve been living together, he’d been cheating on me for six months.”
“One year of predictable sex and now you have to rely on BOB?”
“Pretty much.”
“It doesn’t have to be that way.”
“What do you mean?”
“Of all the bars, restaurants, and lounges in the city, you ended up in this one, sitting right next to me.” He pauses, his gaze boring into mine. “Right next to the man that can solve your problem.”
My eyes widen. “I don’t follow.”
He leans close until his lips touch my earlobe. “McKenzie, you need to be properly fucked.” His voice is doused in whiskey.
Maybe I need to douse my body in whiskey to cool my lady parts down.
“I don’t care how expensive or what the manufacturer promises, there isn’t a BOB out there that can rival what I’m packing.”
Damn.
He scoots his stool closer so our seats, thighs, and arms touch.
He turns his head in my direction, pins an elbow on the bar top, and places a hand in front of his mouth as a shield. “Forget about ending a dry spell. I want to ride you so hard, you’ll lose your voice for the coming week because you’ll be screaming out my name at the top of your lungs as I make you come over, and over, and over again.”
I scan behind the bar, searching for any waiter privy to this salacious conversation. They’re all busy slinging drinks and chatting to patrons to pay us any mind.
I press a hand over my chest to catch my breath.
“Fair warning, if you take me up on my offer, don’t expect to walk straight because I’ll be pounding your sweet pussy until I break you.”
I close my eyes as I swallow a moan.
“I want to ravish your sinful body in every possible position, against every surface of my hotel room, until the night sky transforms to dawn. I don’t want to leave an inch of you untouched.”
His breath is warm against my ear, his husky voice doing things to me.
“When I’m done with you, I’ll not have only ruined you for any other man, but I’ll have turned you into an addict. A junkie who gets off on my cock. A submissive who needs a real man to take charge. A hot little lover who lives to please me.”
My panties erupt in flames and my pussy is on the verge of liquefying into a pool of lava, and ruining the carpet at my feet.
