Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
I glance at his helmet again. He’s hot and smart, putting a brain bucket on instead of having his head scraped across the pavement for my colleagues to clean up.
“I meant…exchange favors.”
A smile tugs at his lips. Very kissable lips. He’s got whiskers that I bet would feel especially nice on the insides of my thighs.
I squirm a little. The idea makes me wet. The quirk of his mouth turns into a full-on grin. My cheeks heat. The feel of his hands on my waist is non-threatening. Light. But I can feel how big they are, how warm he is. I wouldn’t mind being a little manhandled.
“I can say I’ve never been asked to take a woman’s panties and then return them to her friends.” He lifts his eyebrows. “I’d rather keep them.”
“Got a big collection?” I ask, not sure if I want the answer.
“I don’t kiss and tell. Remember, sweetheart, you approached me.”
Good answer.
I bite my lip and consider. As I do, he pulls me in, and swivels on his stool so he’s facing the bar and I’m between it and his front. I’m trapped with his bent legs on either side of me, but in the middle of a busy bar. We’re not alone. In my periphery, I can see the bartender moving back and forth getting drinks. While the stools on either side of us are empty, there are people at the bar. At the high tops. Everywhere.
He hasn’t looked away from me yet. “You want to give me those panties now?”
I blink and reach into my cross-body purse. They’re stuffed on top, and I pull them out but keep them low between us. I don’t need to flash them to everyone in the bar.
My pussy’s bare beneath my skirt, and every time I move I can’t forget. I’ve never, ever gone commando before.
He takes them, the lavender lace looking delicate in his big hand. Calluses line his palm. Clearly he works hard.
He stares at the panties. “This little scrap’s all that covered you? Not much better than going bare.”
Leaning back a little, he tucks them into the front pocket of his jeans before setting his hands on my thighs over my skirt. “I’ll take these over to your friends.” He tips his head in their direction.
I glance toward our tables, but the girls have moved to the dance floor and are doing a line dance.
“First, how about I make you feel good?”
I shift my gaze back to his. “Here?”
We’re right in the middle of the bar.
He slides his hands down the outside of my legs until he’s touching my bare skin. Then he changes direction and works his way right back up. He doesn’t lift the skirt, but it catches on his hands so it covers them.
“No one can see,” he says. “Even with me sitting, we’re eye level. No one knows I’ve got my fingers a few inches from your pussy.”
My mouth opens and closes like a fish. Oh my God.
Here?
Now?
Yes, he’s definitely going to touch me here and now.
“I can’t come in front of all these people,” I whisper.
He leans in close and slides his nose up my neck, nuzzling. “I like how you know I’ll be able to get you to come. With just my fingers. Right here.”
My skin warms, and goose bumps rise across my arms. I jolt when a finger brushes over my folds.
“Shh,” he whispers directly in my ear.
“Miles, I can’t…I mean—”
“Every guy in here wishes he were me. Touching the prettiest woman in the place. Fuck, you’re drenched.”
Yeah, he can’t miss my reaction to him. Why I’m so wet for a guy who’s touching me in a room full of people, I have no idea.
“What else might you like? How about this?” He pulls back enough so our eyes meet.
A finger sinks into me.
I gasp.
“Sadie!”
I jolt at Tracy’s voice.
Miles’s finger falls away, and I whimper at the loss. I’m close to coming just from that little bit of contact. Is it the man? The ridiculously naughty way he was touching my body, yet keeping what we were doing hidden? Right at the bar?
Tracy comes up in a very buzzed rush of white boa feathers and giggles. “Come dance!”
I look to Miles, who’s smiling. His hands fall away completely and I watch—mortified—as he lifts the finger he just had inside me to his lips. And sucks.
“Did she give you her panties?” Tracy practically shouts.
I whip my head around to see if anyone notices. Yeah, I’m more embarrassed by that than by the way Miles had his hands up my skirt.
“She did,” he replies, amusement lacing his words.
He pulls them from his pocket to show Tracy, who squeals.
“Come dance!” she calls to me.
Miles shifts so I can be pulled away by Tracy. I glance at him and offer him a little wave as I’m tugged onto the dance floor and into the middle of the group of women. By the time the song is over and I look back, Miles is gone. And so are my panties. Tracy never snagged them.