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Her body stiffens and she lets go, her pussy convulsing around my hand and her teeth biting into her lower lip. “Fuck,” she says breathlessly.
Once she’s come down, I remove my fingers and bring them to my mouth. “So fucking sweet,” I tell her.
“I can’t believe we just did that here.” She looks around the bar.
“No one saw,” I tell her. “I wouldn’t let anyone watch you like that.”
“What if I asked you to?”
“Excuse me?”
“You said if I asked you for something, you’d give it to me. So, what if I asked you to fuck me in a room full of people? Or to have a threesome with another guy? Would you give me that?”
I consider her question. Like I said, I’ve never been the jealous type. I don’t get possessive, but the thought of another man touching her, another man watching her come, isn’t sitting well for me.
Poppy laughs. “You can relax. I’m kidding. I’m not into any of that. But that look on your face is priceless.”
“I don’t think I could give you that,” I tell her honestly. “Eat your food. You’re going to need your energy tonight.”
“Funny that you think I’m a sure thing, Mr. Russo. This is our first date, you know.”
First date? I’m on a fucking date in some country bumpkin bar that stinks like stale beer and sweat. “Our next date will be better,” I tell her.
“Or you could go back to Vegas and find someone else’s vagina to like,” she suggests.
“I could, but why would I do that? I’ve already found the world’s best one. I should send a letter to the pussy award authorities. I have no doubt yours is award-winning.”
“Thank you?” She raises a brow at me.
Chapter Ten
I’m tiptoeing around my kitchen, doing my best to be as quiet as I can. Am I hoping to get out of my house without waking up the very naked—very talented with his tongue, fingers, and dick—man sleeping in my bed? You bet I am.
I don’t do awkward morning afters. I’ve never had to sneak out of my own house, though. This is a first for me. I figureSammie isn’t hard up for a dollar. I don’t think he’s going to rob me if I leave him here alone.
Just as I’m pouring coffee in a to-go cup, my front door slams open, making a huge banging sound as the wood hits the wall.
“Shit, crap,” Alice hisses before she’s standing in front of me.
“Shhh.” I put a finger to my mouth.
“So it’s true, then?” she asks.
“What?”
“You had some guy in a fancy suit at The Valley Barn last night. Who is he? And seriously, you brought him back here?”
My eyes widen when Sammie appears behind Alice in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs and a pistol in his hand. Alice turns around, and Sammie tucks the gun away before she sees it.
“You okay? I heard banging,” he asks.
“Ah, yeah, Alice here doesn’t know how to open a door apparently. Sorry.” I mumble, slightly embarrassed and very turned on by seeing him in such a state. Damn it, I’m supposed to be done. He needs to leave.
“Morning. I remember you… You’re the guy from Vegas. You’re the….” Alice stops mid-sentence.
“Best sex of my lifeguy,” I finish for her. “He knows. He watched the tapes from when we were leaving.”
“You watched the tapes? You came here to find Poppy? Why?” Alice walks around the kitchen towards the back door.
