I lined up the shot, even using my bum shoulder more than I had before. I had to sink this shot. For what I wanted to do to her, I had to—and I sure as hell couldn’t let her be the one to initiate it.
I shot.
The cue ball ran down the length of the table. It collided with the eight ball which slowly... accurately... and steadily moved to the corner.
It moved... it moved... it hovered....
And then it fell in.
“Oh, shit,” Angela said.
But I didn’t even give her a chance to say anything else.
I went over to her, put my hands on her cheeks, closed my eyes, and pulled her in for a kiss.
Angela
From the second that Lane said he wanted to do whatever he wanted if he won, I knew exactly how this would end.
For perhaps the first time in my life, I was more than willing to lose a pool game.
Had he not made that add-on to the bet, there was no way I was going to let him win. Absolutely no chance, I was too competitive and determined to do so. But when he gave it and I understood what he meant by it... let’s just say that when I had a chance to sink the eight ball, I could have easily done it even with twenty percent of the skill I had.
But instead, I “slipped” on the shot, saw it miss, and then watched with delight as Lane pocketed the eight ball. He walked over to me, and though I expected him to say something flirtatious, the way in which he moved was even hotter.
He didn’t have to say anything. His kiss contained a thousand words.
Our lips were gently pressed on each other at first. I desperately wanted him to nibble on my lip, but I didn’t want to come on too strong, either. I didn’t do great with casual, and though we hadn’t even discussed the idea of a relationship, I didn’t want to give him the idea that I could just be kissed and immediately have my clothes off in public.
Slowly, though, he started to pick up the pace, and I reciprocated. My mouth opened and allowed his tongue to enter. My hand went up and down his firm chest and abs, feeling every rivet between his individual abdominals. I craved him more and found myself going from romantically interested to sexually aroused. It was getting so fucking dangerous, and it was thrilling.
I hadn’t had sex in so long. Fuck, I couldn’t help myself. Fuck...
I needed....
I needed to step back.
Abruptly, I pulled back.
I did so at first because I didn’t want to wind up going down a trail in which I ended up sleeping with him on just our second night of hanging out, but when I detached, the weight of what I had just done came to me.
Lane might have been innocent of the crime. He might have been a great guy. He probably was, sincerely, both of those things.
But I was in the DA’s office, and I had just made out with someone who would be on our radar for many years to come. He was, to put it in the most politically correct terms possible, a “person of interest” to my office, if for no other reason than he was the President of the local motorcycle club.
And I had just made out with him and probably would have eventually let him get inside of me if I hadn’t stopped myself.
“Angela?” he said.
“I... I... ”
I couldn’t find words. I was beginning to feel panicked. How had I let myself get to this point? How had I let my emotions get the best of me? What the fuck was wrong with me?
“I’m sorry, Lane, that was inappropriate, I shouldn’t have—”
“Angela, it’s okay,” he said. “No one’s going to know. We’re the only ones here, and—”
“No, no, no, no,” I found myself repeating over and over again, unable to break free of the thought I had all but committed malpractice. “I... I... ”
