The tension inside me releases when I realize he’s not angry with me. My head bobs up and down.
“Who?”
“I don’t know their names. A short, chubby redhead and a tall, skinny blonde.”
He nods once and scans the room. I follow his gaze, but don’t see either of them. He grunts. “I’ll deal with them later. You tell ’em you were with me?”
“Yeah, they didn’t seem to care.”
His jaw ticks. “Okay. Hemi say anything to you?”
My gaze drops to the floor. “Just asked me what I was doing here. I told him I was with you.”
Rough fingers tickle under my chin, lifting my head up. “What did he say?”
“He seemed surprised.”
That seems to satisfy Dante and he leads me back to the bar. Planting himself on the same barstool, this time he pulls me between his legs, with my back to the bar. Between his body and the lip of the bar, I’m sort of protected from view. That turns out to be a good thing, because Dante’s fingers trail up my bare legs, under my skirt. His big hands grasp my thighs, and then skim to my ass.
He leans forward and whispers against my ear, “You’re wearing panties?” His hot breath fanning over my necksends a shiver straight to my nipples. Placing my lips against his ear, I whisper back, “Yes, daddy.”
He groans. His thumbs hook into the string at my hips and tug downward. His dark eyes pin me in their lustful hold. “Take them off,” he orders.
Even though I’m nervous about all the people in the room, I don’t look away. I shimmy my hips a little and he guides the material down my legs. When he reaches my knees, I bend and take them off the rest of the way. He snatches them out of my hand, stuffing them in his back pocket.
“Better.”
His gaze sweeps over me, heating my skin. With the bar at my back and his strong legs squeezing my hips, I’m caged in place. One corner of his mouth lifts in a devious smile and I wonder what I’m in for.
“Give me that pussy, baby girl,” he orders in a low, rumbling voice.
As if my body belongs to Dante, my hips tilt forward and my thighs spread. He works his hand between my legs, sliding over my bare pussy. “Mmmm…someone was busy while I was gone.”
A soft moan leaves my lips and my head drops forward. “Yes.”
“You let someone touch my pussy?” he asks.
He’s still stroking over my outer lips. Teasing and exciting me. “No…no. I shaved it myself.”
He makes a low growly noise of approval, and my pussy throbs in response. “You do that for me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Tell me,” he demands.
Confused, my eyebrows draw down and my eyes search his face for answers. Taking mercy on me, he leans in. “Say ‘yes, daddy, I shaved my pussy for you.”
A groan tears out of me as one thick finger prods my entrance. “Yes, daddy, I shaved my pussy just for you,” I repeat back in a rush.
As soon as the words are out, he slides his middle finger inside me. The palm of his hand grinds over my clit and I gasp.
“Yeah, that’s my good girl. Your hot, tight little cunt is dripping.” Slowly he pumps his finger in and out of me.
“You want another finger?” he asks.
I can’t form any words, so I just shake my head.
“Yeah, you do.” He pulls out and pushes two fingers into my slick channel.
