Josie’s eyes widened as she set down the glass. “Damn, you’re good at this. Done, done, and done.”
“All right, then.” She gripped the counter in front of her. The alcohol was definitely going to her head, because all she could think about was…
Josie leaned forward, hands cupping Eve’s cheeks as she brought their lips together.Yes.Eve exhaled in relief as Josie kissed her. This was what she needed, what she’d been needing all week. Her whole body relaxed as she slid her tongue into the welcome heat of Josie’s mouth, tasting a mixture of the same flavors she’d sampled from each glass on the counter.
Maybe they were drunk, or maybe they just needed this kiss. She pushed the glasses to the side and moved closer, belly pressed against the counter. Josie scooted forward to meet her, legs wrapping around Eve’s waist, enveloping her in the warmth of her body.
“Man, that Whiskey Kiss really works.” Josie’s hands were in her hair, tugging gently as she brought their mouths back together.
“Mm.”
“You taste better than all my drinks combined,” Josie murmured into her mouth, and Eve moaned, gripping her ass, pulling her closer, unable to get her close enough to satisfy the need clawing inside her. “I want—”
“Shh,” she whispered, silencing Josie with a kiss. She slid her hands beneath Josie’s T-shirt, fingers skimming over each notch of her vertebrae, eliciting a shiver from Josie.
There was a desperation to the kiss as Eve tried to absorb every moment of pleasure she possibly could before reality stepped in and she had to force them to stop. But they were already kissing. That line had already been crossed, so there was no real harm in prolonging the moment just a little bit. Not when it felt this good. And God, it feltso good.
Josie wiggled in her arms, settling herself closer, hips pressed against Eve’s, intimate enough to ignite a fire between her thighs, throbbing in time with her frantic pulse, but not intimate enough to offer any satisfaction.
She closed her eyes, just feeling…Josie’s heels on her ass, her breasts pressed against Eve’s, their chests heaving in an alternating pattern that seemed to have them breathing into each other, bodies synced in a rhythm as intoxicating as the liquor buzzing through her system.
This. Yes. More.
Josie’s hands slid down her back, nails scraping gently against her skin over her blouse, causing goose bumps to rise on her arms and a needy gasp to escape her throat.
“You like that,” Josie whispered, dragging her nails down to the waistband of Eve’s pants.
“Yes,” she whispered, hips jerking against Josie’s as the aching need in her core intensified.
“How important is that contract?” Josie asked, fingers tracing circles over Eve’s skin, distracting enough that she almost missed the question, but…dammit.
She pressed her forehead against Josie’s, panting for breath as she attempted to restore some reason into her sex-addled brain. “Important.”
“Some rules are made to be broken.”
“Not this one.” She lifted her head, steadying her breath.
“But it’s okay to kiss me?” Josie cocked her head to the side, smiling so widely, her dimples showed, a lock of turquoise-tipped hair hanging over her left eye. Her lips were swollen and glossy, cheeks flushed, and she looked so adorable, so fucking sexy, Eve could hardly believe she wasn’t already dragging her toward the bedroom.
“I didn’t mean to do that either,” she admitted. “I signed a contract with the network, butDo Overis an extension of my business, and I hold myself to my own standards of conduct, none of which involve sleeping with clients.”
“In that case, I may have to fire you on Friday after taping wraps,” Josie said, making no move to let her go.
“That might be hasty.” Eve made no effort to let go of her either. “From where I’m standing, you need as much of my help as you can get.”
“No arguments here,” Josie said. “But I also needyou.”
Eve forced herself to step back. Josie’s big orange cat came out of nowhere, darting between her feet, and if she didn’t know better, she’d say it was a deliberate effort to trip her. She stumbled, her head swimming with a combination of alcohol and arousal. “I should go.”
The cat glared at her, standing beside the door as if he agreed with her decision.
“Okay.” Josie hopped down beside her, leaning forward to place another quick kiss against her lips. “Thanks for helping me pick my signature drinks.”
“You’re welcome. Email me tomorrow with all the details so I can have the drink menus printed up.”
Josie nodded. “Will do.”
“Good night.” And before she could do anything else she’d regret later, she turned and walked out the door.
