Page 29 of Body Shot

There’s silence for a moment as we both eat.

“Oh, this is good.” Hayden looks up at me wide-eyed. “So good.”

“My fav burger place.”

“Tell me about Conquistadors. How long have you worked there?”

“About a year. I own the place.”

She blinks. “Oh.”

I smirk. “Marco, Cade and I own it. We were all SEALs, and decided to leave around the same time. None of us knew what the hell we wanted to do with our lives after that. Marco made a joke about starting a tequila bar, since the one thing we were all good at was drinking tequila, and we decided to go for it. We found the place, bought it, came up with the name, redecorated, and we were in business.”

“That’s very cool. I, uh, thought you were a bartender.”

“I got that.” I smile. “No worries. Iama bartender. We all have things we’ve taken charge of, and I like running the bar.”

“I could tell that last night.”

“When I was flirting with all the women.” I remind her of her comment.

Her lips quirk. “Which you denied.”

“I did admit to flirting with you, though.”

“I’m still not sure why.”

I lean over the table. “How about because you’re gorgeous, funny, and smart? Oh, and you have a great rack.”

Her eyes close and color washes into her face. “Oh my God.”

“Sorry to be crude, but it’s true.” I lower my voice. “I’ve been thinking about your sweet tits ever since last night.”

I think she might have moaned.

“And that hot, tight pussy.” That familiar stirring in my southern region makes me curse. “Dammit, now you’re making me hard again.”

“I haven’t done anything.” Her desperate, breathy tone tells me she’s turned on, too. “You’re the one talking about it. And embarrassing me.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. Why are you embarrassed?”

“I’m just not used to . . . this.” She waves a hand between us. “I’m not used to talking about sex.”

“I bet you could, if it was all clinical and scientific. Like if we talked about intercourse. My penis and your vagina and all our hormones.”

She gives a strangled laugh. “You’re unbelievable. I think you’ll say anything and not even blush.”

“Yeah, you’d be right about that. Pretty sure I’ve never blushed in my life.” I take another big bite of my burger and chew. “So even clinical terms embarrass you?”

“No. Well . . . But I’m not a prude! I like sex.”

“I could tell that last night.” I repeat her words back at her with a wink. “Of course it helped that you were with a sex god.”

She chokes on a mouthful of beer, clapping a hand over her mouth.

I give her my cheekiest grin, then finish off my burger. When I’ve washed that down with another mouthful of beer, I wipe my mouth and hands on my napkin, then say, “I confessed I’ve been thinking about you since last night. Were you thinking about me?”

She makes a noise that now sounds like a whimper and drops her gaze.

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