Adrianne’s needs some gin to tolerate her bridezilla ex-friend’s wedding. The handsome bartender is just what she needs to raise her spirits. He’s hawt!
When the monster in white comes looking for her, she hides under the bar. His package gives her another idea how to drown her sorrow. Will she get to finish her shot?
Great, now there was no telling how long she’d be stuck under here. She listened to them talking and blushed a little when she realized she’d been staring at Dontae’s crotch. She didn’t stop looking, though.
Her lips pursed in a soundless whistle. Damn, that boy was packing more heat than SWAT. She could see the outline of his cock through the thin fabric and he had nothing to be ashamed of in the package department.
Maybe it was the gin and the danger, but just looking at him made her mouth water and her hands itch to reach out and caress him. It had obviously been too long since the last time she rode the pony.
A slow smile crept onto her face. Maybe she didn’t need to resist temptation. God, this was just like some corny porno storyline, but she probably wouldn’t ever see Dontae again. He’d get his reward for saving her and she’d get some no strings attached sex. Then she could get the hell out of here. Screw Christy and her wedding.
He stiffened when she touched his leg, but managed to respond to the customer’s comment about the baseball game.
Oh, this was gonna be fun.
She ran her hands up his legs and cupped his butt. Nice and tight. Mmmmmm. She leaned forward and slowly inhaled his scent. It reached right past her conscious mind and touched the primitive woman deep inside her. The warmth of the alcohol spread lower in her belly.
If her friends could only see her now, getting ready to unzip a total stranger’s pants, they’d never believe it. Adrianne Tucker didn’t give strange men blowjobs. She barely kissed on the second date.
But today didn’t count.
About Lynn Mixon
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Published November 20, 2011
by Romantic Moon Publishing.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.