Page 12 of Naughty & Nice

“Well, thanks for the drink.” I tip my chin in her direction before returning to the bar. Hmmm. Gin, not vodka. Close.

“What was that about?” Jason prods.

“I wasn’t sure. That Marcus dude looked like he was man-handling Addison, and it rubbed me the wrong way.”

“That guy’s a roid-filled asshat. Think too many days in the gym have fried his pea-sized brain.”

“You known him long?”

“Don’t know much. He grew up here. From what I hear, he wasn’t a bad guy when he was younger but has turned into a real pill. Thanks for looking out for her. I don’t know why she ever hooked up with that one.”

We continue to people-watch through the looking glass above the bar, Jason giving me the play-by-play on the more popular people in town. I occasionally interject while keeping Addison in my crosshairs, pretending to be interested in what he has to say when my thoughts are squarely on her. Glancing in the direction of her table, I notice she’s gone.

My head snaps, catching sight of Marcus trying to score with the redhead I’d spotted earlier in the evening. He can have her. I don’t think I could get it up unless I was thinking of someone else anyway.

“Can I have a shot of tequila?”

Turning to my right, my eyes connect with Addison’s, and I have to fight to keep from returning her flirtatious grin. I can’t give this woman any indication of her effect on me. I’m already fighting this battle like a five-alarm blaze.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” I utter sarcastically.

The bartender places the shot glass containing a clear liquid in front of her, and Addison curls her fingers inward repeatedly in a ‘give it to me’ motion. Abruptly a salt shaker slides down the bar, and he hands her a slice of lemon with his silver tongs.

My hand is suddenly in hers before I can force myself to look away, and I feel a cool sensation as she glides the lemon over my index finger. Addy throws back her shot, sprinkles salt onto my finger, and raises it to her supple pink lips. Her tongue darts out to lick the salt from it just before she wraps her plush mouth around my thick digit and sucks. A moan escapes, and I can’t tell if it’s her or me.

My cock immediately jumps in my pants, growing increasingly hard at the feel of her warm, wet mouth wrapped around the base of my finger. Her deep blue eyes burn into mine as she draws her teeth down before licking the tip. All I can think about is having her wrapped around my dick.

Holy shit, this girl.

CHAPTER10

Addy

God,I want him. He’s so infuriating.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”

After practically throwing myself at him, sucking his finger to make it very clear I want more with this guy, his earlier words seem to mock me.

“Why would you say that? Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” I mock.

“You’ve already let one guy get too handsy with you tonight,” he ridicules.

“That’s my fault? Just because I’m drinking, it doesn’t allow anyone to move in on me.” I’m trying to come up with a rebuttal for the fact I sucked his finger off like a wannabe pornstar in case he has the nerve to go there, yet I’m coming up blank. Luckily, he doesn’t mention it.

“You’re so flirty. They probably think it’s an open invitation.”

I instantly feel my cheeks heat and place my fists on my hips in total indignation. I think I would’ve preferred he called me out on my ridiculous finger-sucking move.

Cocking one brow in my direction, it feels like he’s pouring gas on this inferno. What the hell is that look for?

Deciding it’s best I return to the table with more hospitable company, I throw a parting shot before walking away, “I think you’re just jealous someone else isn’t afraid to approach me. Go after what they want.”

From behind me, I think I make out, “Maybe I don’t like seeing their hands on you.”

Wait. What?

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