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Christ, I need to have my head checked.

“Fine, three months.” She lets the lie fall from her lips so easily.

“So years? I promise I can make you come before our next round of drinks arrives.” She seems flustered when I call her out on it, but I’m a blunt person, and she better get used to it.

She seems to get lost in her head momentarily, and I allow her her thoughts.

“I highly doubt that. But go ahead, try. I’m not moving, though.” Oh, this is going to be fun.

I call the bartender over to take away our glasses but then check her to make sure she doesn’t need any more liquid courage. She shakes her head, and I’m grateful. I, on the other hand, need one more, and I nod, so he brings me a refill. I don’t want her to regret this decision or blame it on the wine, but I’ll need it to walk away from her.

“Who said you had to?” I stand and slip between her thighs.

“May I?” I wiggle my fingers over her shoulder, drawing her eyes away from me.

I watch her throat work on a hard swallow before she nods.

My hand gently runs down her arm, goosebumps rising in my trail. She’s in a light dress that has ridden up her legs. She has one hand on her thigh, and I pick it up and kiss her pulse point before placing it on my shoulder.

I lean into her ear and whisper.

“Breathe,” my hand traces the outside of her thigh from knee to hip until they slip under her dress.

She gasps as I find her sans underwear.

I hum, and her head turns into the sound. Her nose bumps my throat, and she inhales deeply.

“You smell so good,” She sighs and I let my fingers open her folds.

She grabs my arm and tries to clench her legs closed.

But I move her face and capture her lips. My thumb finds her clit, and I circle it while two other digits slip inside her. She gasps, but I swallow the sound.

This kiss is going to kill me.

It’s unlike any other, and alarm bells start going off in my head, warning me of the danger I’m in. I haven’t kissed a woman in years. It’s an intimacy I don’t allow in my life because of my profession.

I can’t afford it.

When your business is pleasure, mixing it is mandatory. I have to keep something apart. Special just for me.

She clutches my dress shirt and pulls me closer. She groans when her orgasm flares, and I bite her lip to remind her we’re in public. I pull away from the kiss and leave her panting, looking up at me.

I would burn the world to the ground just so I could see her look at me just like this every morning.

FUCK.

I remove my fingers from her soaked folds and dip them into my whiskey, swirling the liquid and then bringing them to my lips. I suck them dry and then empty my glass, all the while never breaking eye contact with her.

“Sweetest whiskey I’ve ever tasted. Good night, Dove.” I slip a hundred-dollar bill out of my pocket and a business card, leaving them on the bar right before I kiss her cheek.

I need to get the fuck out of here before I do something stupid like drag her to the Chapel down the road. My phone buzzes as I exit the bar, not once looking back because if I do, my soul will shatter.

Landed.

I sighand shake off the best fucking encounter of my life. All I can pray for is that she’ll call.

“Time to work.”

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