Page 23 of Mister Rival

I fucking want her. “What doIwant it to be?” I cock my head. Her sweet scent tastes like sin mixed with the tequila. That was so fucking hot. My cock is aching for her touch.

“Uh-huh.” She nods.

I run my index finger around the rim of my glass, her eyes flick down to watch the movement. “I want it to be a big fuck you to Gareth. I want him to know that even though you’re right here, he can’t have you.” I dip my head, my breath on her neck as she shivers. “I want you to know incredibly how sexy you are. Is that enough for you?”

A small gasp sounds from her pretty lips as she grapples onto my tie. I fucking love it. If she keeps it up, I’ll tie her to my fucking bedpost.

“Oh, it’s enough, Lucas. You better believe it. And I think we can either sit here getting shit faced and make fun of Jellyfish Julie all night, or you can walk me back to my room like a good little Boy Scout.”

My eyes are back on her. Nope, this is definitely not the way I’m used to seeing Ali Archer, Realtor Extraordinaire. Letting loose isn’t exactly second nature to her, but she should do it more often.

“Oh, I can be bad, sweetheart.”

“Why don’t we grab a nightcap before you put me to bed?” She slaps a hand over her mouth as her eyes go wide.

She’s so fucking adorable like this.

I laugh out loud. “Put you to bed?” I tilt my head. Oh, I’m doing more than thinking about it. I’ve been trying to stop my raging hard on for most of our conversation, and every time she touches me, or my eyes accidentally find that slit at the front of her dress, I have to think about cold showers so I don’t drag her out of here. I lick my lower lip at the thought of undressing her and putting her to bed.

“I didn’t mean it like that! Everything I say sounds dirty!” she squeals in a voice I’ve most certainly never heard when we’re making deals together. Jesus, she’s an apparition.

“Maybe you’re a dirty little girl and you just don’t know it?”

“Maybe.” She giggles, and it sounds so sweet coming from her. “Perhaps you bring it out in me? Another shot for the road?”

Holy shit.

“You really might regret that in the morning.” I signal the bartender for another. I never drink this much, but I figure what the hell. When in Palm Springs…

“Sip, suck, lick?” Her lips tip up triumphantly once the shot is in her hot little hand.

I can’t help but chuckle. “Something like that.”

“Or is it lick, sip, suck?” She leans toward me as I diligently sprinkle some salt on the back of her hand, then my own. We don’t take our eyes off each other as we lick the salt off in tandem, throw the tequila down our throats, then suck each other’s piece of lime. She’s sexy as fuck carrying out all the actions. It makes me feel like a devilish teenager leading the girl astray.

Judging by the face she pulls, she’s clearly not a fan of tequila, which is all the more amusing.

She places a hand on my thigh to steady herself as she slams the glass down on the bar, with the wedge of lime still in her mouth. I glance down at her hand and inwardly groan. She’s so close to my dick. “You want a suck?” she says with a full mouth.

I grin wider than the Cheshire Cat. “I think I better get you out of here before we get arrested for public indecency.”

My cock is rock hard when her hand squeezes my thigh. I want her. I want her more than I can fucking stand.

With an enormous amount of control, I help her slide off the stool and hold onto her until she steadies herself. Tucking her purse under her arm, I link my hand in hers and we make for the exit. We take it slow because she has heels on, and we’re both a little merry.

“Does it look like we’re leaving to go fuck ourselves senseless?” she whispers behind the back of her hand.

“Hopefully,” I reply, seeing Gareth in my peripheral, watching our every move. I bet he hasn’t taken his eyes off us since we sat down at the bar. “Your ex’s eyes are glued to your every move as well as your ass.”

“Fuck him, he’s a weasel.” She turns her nose up in that cute way of hers.

I couldn’t agree more.

When we get out of the large ballroom, we make for the elevators.

“That tequila was truly disgusting.” She cringes.

I smirk. “Why the hell did you ask me to order another one then?”

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