Page 17 of Risking it All

“You own the place, and you choose to work security?”

“Who better to care about what’s going on around here than someone with a whole lot to lose?”

She nodded slowly. “That sounds good, but I can’t even begin to imagine being responsible for all of this. This place is huge.”

“Trust me, I have a whole lot of help.”

“Yet, like the server said, you’re here on a Friday night making sure everything is in order.”

“I’m at a comedy show.”

“Something tells me that you’re still on top of every single thing going on around here.”

I nodded. “And you would be correct.”

“You ordered a whole bottle of gin?” Iris asked, lifting her brows.

“I figured we didn’t want a bunch of people coming in and out. You didn’t seem like you were done drinking. I think that martini proves my theory.”

“I figured if I was going to get some sleep tonight, I would need a lot of encouragement. It’s been a long day.”

“I think all of my days are long.”

“When was the last time you let go and did something completely irresponsible?” she asked, picking up her drink and taking a swig.

“I can’t really afford to be irresponsible. Enough shit goes on around here while I’m on top of it.”

“That’s actually depressing.”

“I have the feeling that your answer isn’t all that much different from mine. You don’t look like much of a risk taker yourself.”

She snorted a laugh, and it was absolutely adorable. “And you would be correct.”

I separated some of the wings on the tray in front of me into one of the plates Katy provided and tore into them. I knew we both needed something to cushion the alcohol we were guzzling like it was nothing. It was good to see Iris grab a couple of wings and some potato skins to add to her plate of fried mushrooms. As good as the mushrooms smelled, I didn’t want anything to do with them.

“These are so good. What kind of wings are these?” she asked, dipping one of the wings into the ranch dressing.

“Strawberry habanero. The restaurant down here makes the best wings. There are about four flavors that I could have every day.”

“Well, this one is bomb for sure.”

We ate and drank in silence for a few minutes before the comedian came on the mic, capturing our attention. Iris crossed her legs and leaned back in her seat, getting comfortable as the show started. I made myself a drink, pouring gin and orange juice into one of the chilled glasses.

The show was pretty good. It was one of the ones that I hadn’t had the chance to catch yet, so I was glad that I got to take it in while in the company of a woman. I felt her warmth radiating from a few inches away, but it wasn’t enough. Craving more of her, I pulled her closer to me on the leather couch. I threw my arm over the back of it, and she rested her head against my chest. Her hand moved to my thigh, and I picked it up, kissing the back of it. Her skin was so soft.

Taking a chance, I leaned in closer and gave her a soft kiss on her lips. She shifted in her seat, flanking my neck with her hands as our mouths met in another deep kiss. Our tongues slid against each other as my hand moved to her waist. She tasted like gin with a hint of sweetness. I pulled her closer, loving how plush her body felt against mine.

A soft moan escaped her lips as mine moved down to her neck. I couldn’t get enough, but I used what strength I could find and tore myself away anyway. I’d promised to let her see the show. Still between the jokes, I stole another kiss, letting the slow heat growing between us consume me.

There was a reason I stuck to brown liquor. That clear shit turned me into an animal. With my arm around her waist, my fingers moved to her ass as I considered pulling her into my lap. Again, I refrained from eating her alive. That would come later if she was on what I was on.

“My feet are killing me,” she said, kicking off her heels and pulling her feet under herself in the seat. I reached over, pulling her feet into my lap. I loved a woman with pretty feet, and Iris’s feet were beautiful. My thumbs pressed into the arches of them, massaging gently to ease the pain she’d mentioned. The way she sighed as I worked the tension out of her feet made my dick swell. I loved to hear it. Her head tipped back against the back of the couch as I worked my magic.

“God, Sawyer, that feels so good,” she moaned.

I kept doing my thing, massaging and kneading the soles and balls of her feet, loving the way her toes curled as my fingers moved. Unable to resist any longer, I brought her foot to my mouth, pressing a kiss to the inside of her ankle and moving higher as she relaxed to allow me more access.

Her skin was so silky and supple that I couldn’t stop myself. If I thought tasting her tongue was driving me up the wall, the warm scent of her pussy was about to make me scream. My dick was harder than a steel beam as I massaged and kissed a slow path up the inside of her thigh.