“After this dance, I think you’re going to need to go to the restroom.”
She shakes her head. “No, I’m fine. I just went a few minutes ago.”
I spin her and quirk one eyebrow. “Actually, I think youreallyneed to use the restroom.”
Realization sparks in her pretty eyes as a smug smile crests her lips. “Oh, I think you’re right, Mr. Hale. I am feeling a certain urge.”
My cock surges in my pants, pressing into her stomach. “I think I can help with any urges you may be having.”
“I’ve never gotten the appeal of screwing in a dirty bathroom. It just seems gross to me.” She leans a little closer, pressing those sweet tits against my chest. “But I’ll make an exception for you.”
“Not the bathroom,” I tell her. “Helix did a science fair project on microbes found in public restrooms one time, and I can barely stand to pee in them, much less have sex. People are fucking disgusting.”
We execute a perfect turn, our bodies moving in tandem. “Then why do you want?—”
“Can you just do as you’re told?” I huff out, and she narrows her eyes at me but nods.
“Fine. I’ll go to the damn bathroom.”
As soon as the song is over, Jordie heads to the narrow hallway at the back of the bar, casting one last questioning look over her shoulder. I just smile. Waiting a few seconds, I trace her path, trying doors until I find one that’s unlocked. It appears to be an unused office.
Stepping inside, I leave the door cracked and wait. A minute later, Jordie appears in the hallway, looking from one side to the other.
“Over here,” I hiss, and she swivels on her low heels, finding me peeking out. I pull her into the room and lock the door.
“What is this place?” she whispers.
“It’s a room with a locked door and no prying eyes. That’s all you need to know. Now get your fine ass on the desk.”
“So bossy,” she shoots back, crossing the room and hitching herself up onto the wooden desk.
“You’re not going to be complaining in a few minutes when I’m on my knees playing electrician,” I retort.
“Electrician?” she questions, and I nod.
“Yep, I’m going to remove your shorts and check your box.”
She bursts out laughing. “What is wrong with you? Like, the specific medical diagnosis?”
“I believe the technical name for it is blue balls.”
I stride slowly across the small room, stroking my dick through my pants. Her eyes follow the movement, the pupils dilating with desire. I pull off her hat and grip her throat, pulling her to me and sealing my mouth over hers. She moans, hands finding my waist as I deepen the kiss.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” I say when we break apart. “Do you think you could bring home a pair of those football pants to wear around the house? I want to bend you over a flat surface, pull them down, and spank your ass while I fuck you.”
“I could probably do that as long as you wear my jersey while you’re fucking me.”
Unable to wait another second to taste her, my fingers hook beneath the stretchy fabric at her waist, and she lifts her hips to allow me to remove her shorts. Then I sink to my knees and dive in without pause.
“Oh. God,” Jordie cries at the first swipe of my tongue.
“You shaved,” I say, as my tongue meets smooth skin. She normally keeps her pubic hair trimmed short, which I don’t mind a bit, but this is hot too. I take another taste, sinking my tongue into her hot channel.
“Waxed, actually. A local spa gave us all free treatments this week,” she replies, grabbing the back of my head and holding me in place. Not that I’m going anywhere until her orgasm is smeared all over my face. “I didn’t want to get my nails done because they would only get messed up. Do you like it?”
“Fucking love it,” I say, my voice muffled by her slick flesh. “But I honestly don’t care. You could rock a 70s bush, and I’d claw my way through it to get to the good stuff.”
I drag my tongue through said good stuff, and her sweet taste pops on my taste buds. I’m so fucking addicted to this woman. Sliding two fingers into her, I find her G-spot and curl my fingertips against it, latching my lips around her clit.
