“Why not?” I challenged, pulling back to look at her. “Who’s going to stop us? I’m about to be a business partner. I think that gives us certain privileges.”
“That’s not how it works,” she protested, but her hands were already sliding up my chest, fingers curling into my sweater.
“Then tell me to stop,” I said, kissing along her jawline. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
Instead of answering, she grabbed my face and kissed me hard, her tongue sliding against mine with a hunger that made my blood sing. I gripped her hips, lifting her onto the bar in one smooth motion. She gasped against my mouth, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist.
“We’re going to break something,” she managed between kisses.
“I’ll pay for it,” I promised, my hands sliding under her dress, up the smooth skin of her thighs.
I heard something glass hit the floor behind her—probably my glass she’d knocked over with her elbow—but neither of us cared. I was too busy kissing my way down her throat, finding that spot that made her whimper.
“Kent,” she breathed, her fingers tangling in my hair. “We really shouldn’t.”
A bottle crashed to the floor as she arched against me.
“I’ll buy new inventory,” I murmured against her skin. “I’ll buy the whole damn bar if you want.”
She laughed, the sound turning into a moan as my hands found the edge of her panties. “You can’t just throw money at everything.”
“Watch me.” I kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her. “Right now, I’d pay any price to make you feel good.”
I hooked my fingers in her panties and slid them down her legs, tossing them somewhere behind me. Her dress had ridden up around her hips, and the sight of her spread out on the bar like my own personal feast made my mouth water.
“Lie back,” I commanded softly. “Trust me, baby. I’ve got you.”
She lowered herself onto her elbows, then all the way down onto her back. Her red dress was a stark contrast against the dark wood of the bar. Her hair fanned out around her head like a halo. She looked like every fantasy I’d ever had come to life.
I kissed the inside of her knee, working my way up slowly. She squirmed, her breath coming faster as I got closer to where she needed me most.
“You’re killing me,” she whispered.
“Good.” I nipped at her inner thigh, making her gasp. “I want you to remember this every time you’re behind this bar. And wearereopening this bar.”
I finally put my mouth on her. The sound she made was worth every bottle we’d broken. She tasted incredible, sweet and warm. My version of nectar from the gods. I took my time, exploring every inch of her with my tongue, learning what made her moan and what made her hips buck off the bar.
“Oh God,” she gasped, one hand flying down to grip my hair. “Kent, please don’t stop.”
I loved hearing her beg. Loved knowing I could reduce her to desperate pleas and incoherent sounds. I focused my attention on her clit, circling it with my tongue while I slid two fingers inside her.
She was so wet, so ready for me. I could feel her tightening around my fingers, getting closer with every stroke. I increased the pressure, the speed, giving her exactly what she needed.
“Don’t stop,” she panted. “Please don’t stop.”
I had no intention of stopping. I worked her relentlessly, my tongue and fingers moving in perfect synchronization, pushing her higher and higher until she was trembling on the edge.
When she came, she cried out my name loud enough that I worried someone might hear. But I didn’t stop, didn’t let up, wringing every last bit of pleasure from her body until she was pushing at my head with shaking hands.
“Too much,” she gasped. “It’s too much.”
I pressed one last soft kiss to her thigh before standing, taking in the sight of her completely wrecked on the bar. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed with satisfaction.
“Beautiful,” I said, helping her sit up.
She looked at me with an expression that was equal parts dazed and hungry. “Take me home.” She slid off the bar, her legs slightly unsteady. “Because what I want to do to you requires a bed.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
