Page 39 of This Time Around

“Luke, we have so much to do,” she protests as I nibble her skin and work my way from her lip to her neck to her shoulder and pull the loose fabric of her sweatshirt down, just enough to expose the skin.

“We do, but we have hours until everyone will be here, and taking breaks is essential to a positive work environment. I wouldn’t want to file a complaint that you worked me to the bone with no break,” I tease.

“Oh, well, I would hate to open with a complaint on record,” she jokes. “Wouldn’t want to work you to the bone.”

“Work me to the bone, or until I have boner? I guess it’s just semantics.” I shrug.

“Luke,” she giggles.

“Baby, nothing I am going to do to you will be safe to show on record.”

“That’s too bad,” she sighs as she stands, pulling her leggings down in one slow, sensual motion. “I guess I’ll have to erase the surveillance footage later.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I bark back at her.

I walk over and rub my hand up the inside of her thigh, stopping when I feel her pussy wet and needy.

“So fucking wet for me,” I whisper.

“Always,” her breath is ragged. “Always have been.”

“Bend over the bar and let me see your ass,” I command with passion, pushing her down over the edge of the bar.

“People walking by will see us.” She looks over her shoulder.

“Good, then there will be no question from anyone about who the hot bartender belongs to.”

“So fucking possessive,” she chuckles.

“Over you, absolutely.” I run the palm of my hand over the globes of her ass, licking my lips as I trace the motion with my gaze. I raise one hand and lower it in a firm smack right over her ass. She instantly winces.

“Luke,” she pants.

“You like that?”

“Yes.” Her response is direct. I lay one more smack across her skin, turning it the slightest shade of pink in the shape of my hand.

“I fucking told you, pink suits you,” I grit out as I unbuckle my pants and drop them to the floor, pooling around my ankles. I pull back and line myself up with her entrance, as she turns and gives me a devilish smile over her shoulder.

“Wanna have a little fun?” she asks.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Well, you told me you wanted me to experience how good it could feel to be promiscuous with the right person.” She pauses. “I have a new toy I ordered with some of the indie books from Amazon. One we can use together so you can see how fun toys can be. Maybe then you won’t break them like a caveman,” she wiggles her brows. “I was going to save it for tonight, but there’s no time like the present.”

“What kind of toy?” I ask, raising a brow.

“Well, it’s really for both of us.” She smiles.

“What?” I ask.

She wiggles out of my grip and bends down to her purse on the floor and pulls out a box labeled ‘couple’s vibrator.’ “These two loops,” she explains, “go around you, one on your balls, and one around your shaft. This part vibrates on my clit while you fuck me.”

“You want to use a fucking toy here on the bar?”

“You just said you wanted everyone to know I belong to you. Now you’re getting stage fright?”

Without a word, I pick her up and sit her on the bar, unwrap the toy and slide it over my aching cock. I turn on the vibration and the moan leaving my lips echoes through the mostly empty space. After I climb on top of the bar, I line myself up with her once again. When I slide in, the mix of sensations sends me reeling.