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“Oh, it won’t be that bad and if it is, you deserve it.” Alison took Harker’s hand. “Let’s go get a table.” She hesitated. “Actually, let’s stay at the bar.”
“Okay.” He pulled out a chair. “But why the change of mind?” He’d been looking forward to tucking her away in a dark corner and fucking her.
“It’s safer here.” She sat on the chair.
“Oh Alison, I thought you knew me better than that.” He sat next to her. “Nothing will keep me from getting what I want.” He leaned by her ear. “And I want you.” He turned back toward the bar and stopped one of the bartenders as he walked by. “I’ll have a double bourbon on the rocks and Alison will have...” He turned toward her.
“Water.”
“Water?” He frowned. A few drinks might help her forget what an ass he’d been.
“Yeah.” She smiled at the bartender. “Just water.”
“Got it.” The guy walked away to make their drinks.
She turned toward Harker. “I don’t see any reason to make this easier on you.”
His gaze held hers. “I am sorry. I had absolutely no reason to say what I did.”
“Don’t do it again.” She nodded, her eyes getting watery.
“I won’t.”
The bartender brought them their drinks and walked away. Harker took a sip and leaned closer to Alison. He needed to get her hot and horny and there was no better place to do that than here. “See that couple over there.” He glanced across the bar.
“Where?” She looked around. “Which couple? There are a lot of couples here.”
“Across the bar about four or five people to your right.”
“Yeah.” She leaned forward, watching them.
“They’re about to have sex.”
“What?” Her eyes almost popped from her skull. “No. How can you tell?” She took a sip of her water. “It just looks like he’s standing behind her. He’s close but not that close.”
“See how his face is intense and he’s focused on her and nothing else.” He put his hand on her thigh, where the hem of her dress met her skin. “A fight could start right behind him and he’d ignore it.” He ran his fingers across her smooth, warm skin, barely venturing beneath her dress. “See how she’s leaning against the bar and he’s moving closer. Watch her face. Tell me when he puts his dick inside her.”
“Here? Really?” Alison’s breathing increased as she watched the couple.
“Absolutely.” He drew circles on her leg, letting his fingernail scrape gently across her skin every now and then.
She inhaled sharply, her lips parting in a gasp as if the man had penetrated her.
“He’s fucking her now, isn’t he?” He let his fingers dip between her thighs and his cock hardened as her legs drifted apart for him.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He tore his gaze away from her and looked at the couple. The man was going slow, the woman barely swaying from his thrusts. He leaned closer to Alison’s ear. “There are others too. Look around the bar and tell me who's playing right now?” He kissed her neck. His hand moving slowly upward.
Alison’s gaze moved across the bar. “That lady over there. The one with the red hair. Her face looks...uhm, like she’s going to come but...” She turned toward him. She was so close that her breath teased across his lips. “I don’t see a guy around. It could be another woman but...” She faced the woman again. “No one around her seems to be...participating.” She turned back to him. “Is she masturbating?” Her face flushed a pretty pink, but her brown eyes were filled with curiosity. “Why would someone do that in public?”
“Some are exhibitionists but that’s not what’s going on with her.”
“Then what is?” She looked back at the woman. “No one is paying any attention to her.”
“Her partner doesn’t have to be close.”
“He doesn’t?” Her head snapped toward him, her mouth so tempting and so close. “How is that possible?”
“Toys, Alison. He can control her orgasm from across the bar. Look around and find her partner.”
She did, her luscious lips turning down in a frown. “I can’t find him. What should I look for?”
“Oh honey, you have so much to learn. So much I can teach you.”
“I suppose.”
“I’ll give you a hint.” He kept his tone neutral, but he wanted to shout in triumph. She was going to forgive him.
“You will?”
“Yes, but it’ll cost you.”
“I think you owe me.” She frowned but her eyes smiled. They were back to playing and that was excellent.
“I do, but I’ll pay that debt later. Right now, I'd rather charge you.”
“How much?”
“I don't want money.”
“I know that.” She laughed.
“So what you actually want to know is what I want.”
“Now is not the time to be correcting my English, Harker, or should I call you Barker?”
“You should not.” He touched her lips. “What I want is a kiss.”
“Just a kiss.” Her eyes dropped to his mouth and her tongue slipped out to wet her bottom lip.
He almost groaned as his cock hardened to the point of pain. “Yes. A kiss.”
“Maybe I’ll find the guy on my own.” She glanced around the bar. She was playing with him and he loved it—the anticipation, the uncertainty. She looked back at him. “I suppose one kiss won't hurt.”
“Perfect. So you agree to a kiss?”
“Yes, I just said...” She paused, sensing the trap, but it was too late. She’d already agreed.
“You’re right. You did.” He squeezed her thigh as he skimmed the fingers of his other hand down her throat. She leaned toward him, her lips parting and her eyelids lowering. He tapped her nose. “I never said the kiss would be on your lips.”
“What?” Her eyes snapped open.
“You heard me.” He ran his hand from her neck down to her chest, tracing his fingers across her hardening nipple.
“Harker, we can’t.” She pushed his hand away. “Not here.”
“We can. We will.” He bent his head as he slowly pulled down her dress.
She grabbed the material, stopping him from baring her breast.
He glanced up at her. “I have no problem kissing you through your dress. Of course, it’s going to get wet and then it’ll be noticeable all night. But if I kiss your skin, once I’m done no one will know.” He kissed the top of her breast, his tongue slipping under the neckline. “Your choice.”
“We can’t. I’m not ready for this.” Her face was scarlet.
“You’re making a bigger deal of this than it is.” He straightened. “But it’s fine. I'll choose somewhere else to kiss.” He skimmed his hand between her legs, almost to her pussy.
“Harker, stop.” She grabbed his wrist.
“You have to get over this shyness.” He moved his hand back to her knee. “Is it okay if I kiss your neck?”
“Yeah.” She relaxed a bit, but she shouldn’t because he knew exactly where to kiss her neck that’d make her forget everything but him.
“Good.” He lowered his face, letting his breath tickle her skin.
She tipped her head a little and he kissed her neck. It wasn’t a soft kiss. It was hot and wet. He licked her skin before sucking and biting gently. She moaned, making his dick push against his zipper. His hand slid back up her legs, stroking the warm flesh of her thighs. He nipped her neck and her legs opened for him. He sucked and nibbled, torturing that spot that made her wild as his hand crept closer and closer to her pussy.
“Harker. Stop.”
Her legs closed, but he didn’t remove his hand. He’d worked too hard to get here. He wasn’t leaving that easily.
“It’s okay. No one cares,” he whispered in her ear, running his fingers back and forth on the petal soft skin of her inner thigh. “Look around. No one is even watching.” He prayed that was the case. Most wouldn’t pay much attention, but some would watch.
She gazed around the bar, her body softening, and his fingers finally made their way to her pussy. He stilled, grinning against her neck.
“You naughty girl. You didn’t put on your panties.”
“I was in a hurry.” Her words were breathless as he stroked her with one long finger. “I was on my way home.” She moaned softly as his thumb pressed down on her clit, rubbing the little nub that was already engorged for him.
He grabbed her chin and turned her face to his. His mouth captured hers, kissing her like she was his life, his air. His hand moved faster between her legs, and she relaxed, surrendering to him as she writhed under his caress.