Page 65 of Bourbon and Secrets

When I move, she holds me tighter, and I’ll be honest, it feels fucking good. Needing me for longer. Wanting me closer. Demanding that I stay instead of just accepting or assuming I’ll leave. She nips at my lips as I pull back again, only this time, it’s not to smile and appreciate the way that it feels to kiss this woman.

I keep my voice low as I look into her dazed eyes, my gaze drifting lower to that puffy lower lip when I tell her to, “Open.”

Chapter 23

Faye

Stomach flipping,I run my tongue along my lower lip, the one he’s always focusing on. And then I do exactly as he asks. He takes off his glasses, folds them up slowly, and then smiles to himself. His hand moves to my neck, fingers threading into my hair as he tilts my head back to where he wants me.

I open my mouth just as he wraps his lips around the bottle of bourbon. He drinks from it, shifts over my waiting mouth, and then spits. He doesn’t let me savor it. He barely lets me swallow before his lips capture mine again. The bourbon dribbles down the sides of my mouth as I wrap my arms around his shoulders, gasping when he pulls me up onto the bar top and my ass settles on the cool, dark oak. He rakes his fingers down my back, pulling me toward the edge of the bar as I run my fingertips along the back of his neck and into his hair and he lets out a satisfied moan, leaning into it.

“Now, tell me you don’t like bourbon,” he teases. His mouth trailing down the side of my neck to kiss away the bourbon that escaped my mouth.

“I don’t think I can do that.” I smile.

He shifts his mouth lower, pushing down the straps of my top and running his lips along my shoulder. With his lips still on me, he mumbles out, “Tell me what you tasted.”

I hum at the game he’s playing. It might be the most fun foreplay of my life. “I tasted the smokiness of the wood.”

His teeth rake along my skin as he pulls my top farther down, mouth moving over the swell of my breast until he yanks the bra next. The move jerks my body slightly, and I bite down on the smile it pulls from me. When his eyes meet mine, checking that this is okay, my smile and nod of consent unleashes a breathy moan just as he sweeps his tongue against me.

“What else?” he rasps as he wraps his mouth around my nipple and lazily drags his tongue around it, so slowly that I can feel the taste buds mapping my flavor. It sets my insides on fire and unleashes a shivering wave of how much I want this right now.

I throw my head back at the sensation. A delicious pull at my breast and the ache between my legs intensifies. “It was sweeter—” I’m cut off as he pulls at the other side of my dress, taking the lace trimmed cup of my bra along with it. He doesn’t savor me this time; he devours the other breast like I’m something he’s been starved for.

With his arms wrapped around my middle, he shifts me closer to him. My ass hangs off the edge of the bar, and for a moment, my skin is cold as he steps back, lowering to the floor and pushing my knees wide. “Been wanting to taste you again. So fucking badly.”

His blue eyes watch for a reaction.

I practically pant as I signal for him to keep going, and he grazes his nose along the seam of my pussy.

“Oh god,” I breathe out.

“Mmm, I agree, Peach.” Pushing my panties aside, he drags his flattened tongue from my slit to my pulsing clit, making me whimper. I’m wound tight with desire as he stands back up, takes a pull from his bottle of bourbon, and smirks at me.

He wraps his hand behind my neck, pulling me toward him. “There’s something about kissing this perfect mouth of yours that drives me wild.” With his lips slick with my arousal and a bourbon chaser, he kisses me again.Fuck, I want more.

I fumble for the buttons on his black dress shirt, eagerly trying to peel away whatever layers remain between us. He pulls back, head resting against mine. His breaths are labored, panting in time with the way my chest rises and falls.

“You’ve ruined bourbon for me now,” he says playfully. “I hope you realize that.” Taking over for me, he finishes unbuttoning the last two buttons and peels off his shirt. I shouldn’t be surprised that his body is almost laughably perfect. The kind of chest and shoulders a woman of any size and shape would feel eclipsed by when wrapped up in them. The tattoos that run along the right side of his chest and up over his shoulder, down his bulky arms. I’m salivating at how his forearms flex as he works the belt of his pants—why is that so hot?

Kicking his pants aside, tongue peeks out licking at his bottom lip as he stands there in black boxer briefs, deciding what he wants to do with me next. As he runs his palm along his very hard, very thick cock, I can’t help but lick my lips. “There may never be such a thing as a great bottle of bourbon for me ever again unless I have the taste of your pussy with it.”

I smile and breathe out, “Oh my goddesses.” Dragging my teeth along my bottom lip, I lift my legs onto the bar and standup. Then I’m reaching back, unzipping my dress, and letting it fall. “I don’t think I’ll enjoy drinking it any other way either, Foxx.”

The smile those simple words get me is like a reward—his dimples pressed in and eyes crinkled at the sides.

He crooks his finger at me in a come-hither motion as I bend at the waist, still hovering above him on the bar. “No standing on my tasting bar.”

I stand up straight, fully naked now, letting his eyes roam around my body. The way that he watches me feels like the dirtiest promises are coming and I can’t seem to get enough. “How about fucking on your tasting bar?”

That spurs him on as he reaches up and pulls me down, hoisting me over his shoulder. “I’m too old for that shit. I need a soft place to sit so I can have you every way I want.” His teeth graze along my ass cheek as we walk down the hallway.

I scream out with a laugh.

“You’re really living up to your nickname, Peach. This ass is so fucking juicy, goddamn.”

“My view isn’t all that bad either.” I snake a hand into the back of his tight shorts.

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