Page 17 of Rough Mountain Man

As I poured the liquid into the glass, I couldn’t help but notice he seemed to be battling a smile. Had I messed it up already? It didn’t matter. The bourbon wasn’t the point of this.

I handed the shot to him. He was a good sport. He sucked down the first and second shots of bourbon.

“Now let’s try something different,” I said.

This was the part I’d practiced more than a few times. I whipped off my T-shirt, revealing that I wore no bra underneath. Luckily, my breasts had held up well after nursing two babies. Well, decently enough, anyway.

The important thing was that my husband loved my body. That was clear from the appreciation in his stare as he openly gawked at my chest.

Without explaining my bare breast, I reached down and grabbed the next bottle. “This one’s more refined. It’s smoother around the edges, but?—”

I had to stop and check my notes there. I tried to do it without being obvious, but I was pretty sure Ryan noticed.

“But it still has plenty of backbone.” I lifted my eyes to his face. “You’ll taste toasted vanilla, dark cherry, and a hint of spice.”

I uncapped the bottle, but this time, instead of pouring the liquid into the shot glass, I tipped over the bottle, plugging it with my fingers and letting the liquid soak my fingertips. Then I lowered the bottle while I ran my finger around my nipple, spreading the liquid over my areola.

“I’ll come around to you,” I said as I moved around the ledge.

He moved too, pulling out one of the stools as he walked. Much to my surprise, he put a hand on each side of my waist and lifted me, settling me onto the stool.

Then, not taking his eyes off my face, he lowered his head, extended his tongue, and ran it around my nipple. He made sure he lapped up every ounce of liquid—and then some. When he was finished, he moved to my other nipple. I sucked in a breath and somehow managed to force out words.

“I didn’t have any bourbon on that one,” I said.

He pulled away. “My bad.” But he had a big smile. “What’s next?”

“I think I deserve a taste. Take off your shirt, sir.”

I added that last word as an afterthought. It seemed formal, but that was how I’d refer to customers if I actually worked at his shop.

If Ryan minded the formality, he didn’t show it. In fact, he did exactly as asked—pulling off his T-shirt and doing that little flex he always did when he got naked in front of me. That move told me how much he wanted to impress me.

I walked around him and reached over the ledge to grab the fourth bottle. I was uncorking it as I returned to stand in front of him. And as before, I tipped it, plugging it with my fingers, and let just enough of the liquid coat my fingertips. Then I ran my fingers around his nipples, just as I’d done with mine.

“Whoa, that stings a little,” he said.

“Oh yeah, I probably should have mentioned that.”

I’d actually enjoyed it. Maybe I was into kinkier stuff than I’d realized.

“But I’ll take care of it,” I said, setting the bottle on the ledge.

Then, ducking my head, I ran my tongue over each of his nipples. I circled around and around, looking up at him as I did. I wasn’t really a hard liquor person, but in this case, I didn’t mind the taste. I was too focused on his reaction.

As I finished teasing him and straightened, something hit me. The next part of my plan had a big flaw.

“I was going to spread some of that on your…you know and lick it off,” I said.

“Hell no. That’s not going near my dick.”

Yeah, I probably should have tested it out on my skin before I got too deep into this plan. “You’ve been a great customer. Are you ready for your reward?”

That was a good save. I wanted to keep to the role-play, but I also wanted to get down to business. I was so wet. Wet and aching. I needed relief.

I reached for the fastening of his jeans, waiting for him to stop me, and felt his heated stare on me. Our eyes met as I began lowering his zipper.

I hungrily eyed his cock as it popped out. He was already rock hard, and that was no surprise. But I needed to go slowly to help him hold out.

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