Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
I breathed out in relief when the night finally ended, but behind the bar was a wreck. I sent Andy home early with the intention of taking my time, making it all look presentable for the next shift’s bartender. Laura just shook her head at me as she was leaving, mumbling something about us looking hot together and what was the harm in playing it up.
So why couldn’t I? Why did I let the little shit get to me? But all I could think about was my ex and how he’d hoodwinked me, and I told myself never again. And Christ, it wasn’t like I was going to marry Jesse. Or date him, for that matter. Hell no.
11
Jesse
Okay…seriously. What had that been? I’d spent the rest of my shift half-hard and thinking of the feel of Dane’s body against mine. The sound of his husky voice when he said, “I bet you’re a bossy little bottom and can’t keep your trap shut.” I was pretty sure I could be summed up in that one sentence. Well, maybe not all of me, but the sexual part.
He hadn’t said anything else to me during our other dance of the night, not even when I’d tried to taunt him—and I had, because obviously, I would.
The sexual tension between us was hot. It wasn’t going away. And it was getting a whole lot more charged, which to me meant we should do something about it. Dane likely wouldn’t agree, but oh, did I want him to. Even if he was Captain Cranky Pants, because apparently, that now did it for me. Who would have thought?
It was the end of the night. The bar was closing down, and I’d just finished cleaning up a bit and changing back into my regular clothes. I hadn’t seen Dane in a while, and I wondered if he’d gone home. It shouldn’t have mattered if he had, but then that damn bossy-little-bottom line flitted through my head again—and his sharp intake of breath when I told him he should fuck me and find out, and ugh, it mattered. Stupid, grumpy boy.
I was walking down the hallway when I saw the door to the storage room partway open. I peeked inside, and there Dane was, doing whatever the hell he was doing. Putting stuff away or whatever.
From there I went off instinct. I mean, why not? Putting too much thought into things usually just screwed with my head, so I crept into the room…only the door slipped out of my hand and closed behind me. That hadn’t been part of the plan. Dane turned around, his eyes snapping toward mine. He frowned, his jaw set in that grumpy-cute way I couldn’t get enough of.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Thought you might want to do what I said—fuck me and see if I’m a bossy bottom who can’t keep my mouth shut.”
“Trap.”
“Huh?”
“Never mind. I’m not fucking you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine, don’t, but can you not pretend you don’t want to? We both know you do. Both of us do, and it’s annoying as fuck, so maybe we just do it for curiosity’s sake and get it out of our system. Then you can go back to being Captain Cranky Pants who pretends he doesn’t have emotions, but oh-so-much-more sexually satisfied. I’ll go back to only seeing you as boring because the novelty will have worn off. See? Win-win!” That probably wasn’t the best way to get a man into bed, but hey, I was working with what I had at the moment.
“You mean, you’ll go back to being a frustrating, spoiled brat, though one that’s oh-so-much-more sexually satisfied too?”
Because of course he saw me as a spoiled brat. He knew nothing about me. I thought he was pretty fucking spoiled himself. Still, I shrugged and said, “Well, the jury is out on how satisfied I’ll be. You don’t have me convinced yet—oof.” Dane’s body crushed into mine, pushing me back and squeezing me between him and the door.
“Do you ever shut up?” he said, but I could see the barely leashed desire swirling around in his deep, blue eyes.
“Why don’t you make me?” I taunted, and Dane’s mouth slammed against mine. His tongue pushed past my lips, and he tasted like cinnamon and smelled slightly of sweat and soap…and holy fuck, could he kiss.
Dane growled into my mouth, making me whimper, which I didn’t often do, but he tasted so good, and felt so good, and yes, why had we waited so long to get this out of our systems?
“Let me suck you,” I said when he kissed down my throat. My whole body convulsed when his teeth bit into my neck. “Oh fuck.” He was going to be good. Even better than I’d imagined, which…I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.