She presses her forehead against mine as she sits still for a moment.
“Too long.” She blinks her eyes open. “It’s been way too freaking long, and I need to feel you inside me. You can clean me later.”
“My pleasure.”
And that’s exactly what she does. She fucks herself on me, grinding her hips against mine as she finds her pleasure, pulling me along with her.
The first orgasm is hard and fast, washing over us in just a few short minutes, her body falling limp over mine.
I glance at her through hooded eyes. “Is that a yes to moving in?”
“It’s a hell yes.” She grazes her teeth over her lower lip. “Ready for round two?”
My head falls back, a loud groan coming out of my mouth. “You’re going to get me in so much trouble.”
“But you love it.”
“Every single second.” I nip at her lip. “But I love you more.”
AARON
Spring
“Whiskey neat, right?”
I don’t get a chance to protest before she’s already pouring me a new glass and placing it in front of me with a wink. “On the house.”
I stare at the drink for a moment, before looking up. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Well, you were waiting for me.” She shrugs as she wipes the counter. “Montgomery left?”
“You know Grayson?” I curl my hand around my glass, swirling the amber liquid.
She chuckles softly. “Everybody around here knows the Montgomery’s, honey.”
“I guess there’s that.”
“Better question is, how do you know them?”
“We work together occasionally.”
“Don’t you say…” One of her brows quirks up. “Does that mean we’ll see more of you around?”
“I’m always around.”
“Not enough for me to spot you.” She softly jabs her finger into my arm. “And trust me, I would have spotted you by now.”
“Yo, Lara! What does a guy have to do around here to get a drink?” somebody calls out from the other side of the bar.
The server—Lara—looks over her shoulder. “Hold your horses, Harry, I’m coming.” She turns to me and rolls her eyes. “I’ll be back. Harry can get annoying otherwise.”
“That’s fine.”
A low, husky laugh makes the hair at my nape stand. I shift my gaze from Lara’s retreating back to my right to find a blonde woman sitting next to me.
Her gaze is fixed on her drink, wavy blond hair shielding her face from my view as one lean finger slides over the rim of her glass almost absentmindedly.
For a moment I think I imagined it, but then she looks up.
