Page 17 of Honey Trapped

I take aim and call the nine ball in the left side pocket. I sink the ball and smirk at Ace as I move to take my next shot and bank it off the corner.

A guy I learned is named Dutch whistles. “Think you've been hustled, brother.”

“I told you I’m a quick learner.”

“I’m not complaining,” Ace answers him, but he’s staring at me as he speaks.

“I need another drink. Liked that cherry moonshine.”

“You heard her, Dutch. Get her a drink.”

I scratch on the next and Dutch hands me a glass jar filled with cherries soaked in corn liquor. I suck back a drink knowing I should slow down but being here tonight with Ace is freeing. Like I can finally let go.

Someone turns the music up and more bodies file through the door. Biker babes and burly dudeswith tattoos, beards, and muscles. Still no Chaser. The more I drink, the more I flirt with Ace, and the harder some woman glares at me.

“Who is that?”

“Who?” Ace moves in next to me back at the bar now that we’ve given up the pool table to someone else.

“The blonde with the poofy hair giving me dirty looks all night.”

“Ah. Darlene. She’s Dutch’s sometimes Ol’ Lady and close friends with Eileen. Ignore her. I do.”

“Well let’s give her something to look at.” I grab him by the collar of his black tee and lay a kiss on him.

Ace stiffens. I’m afraid I’ve made a huge mistake when he puts his hand over my wrist and pulls back. “What are you doing, sweetheart?”

“Having fun. That’s it. I’ve not done anything like this in over four years.”

“When you say anything in four years what exactly do you mean?”

I suck a cherry between my lips. “I mean nada. Zilch. That kiss. First one since I got pregnant with Lennon. So, what I’m telling you is tonight I’m a sure thing. But just for tonight.”

“Jesus,” he mutters, staring at my lips.

“What’s it going to be, Ace? You gonna have fun with me or do I need to go flirt with one of your brothers?”

“We do this, babe, it’s a onetime thing. Our business. No gossiping to Gianna. Feel me?”

I use my free hand, sliding it between us, grabbing his manhood. “Oh, I feel you, Ace.”

He groans at my touch. “Pure trouble,” he mumbles. “Let’s go.”

Ace drags me up a set of stairs to a dark room.

The sounds from downstairs fade away. The moment the door closes behind us he’s on me.

And I mean on me. Tongue deep in my mouth and fingers working under my shirt and undoing the button on my jeans. I kick my shoes off, and he walks me backwards until I hit the bed.

I drop my ass onto the edge and Ace doesn't skip a beat, continuing to kiss me like I've never been kissed before. He’s all man. Power and control. Hungry and intoxicating. What I’ve been missing. What I’ve been craving. There is no comparing him to past experiences.

He breaks away long enough to jerk my shirt up over my head.

The cool metal of my necklace hits my feverish skin as his rough beard skims down my neck in a fiery trail of kisses.

Yanking the left lace cup of my bra down he goes for my breast. Sucking my nipple tenderly between his lips.

A moan escapes me earning me a feral growl rumbling from deep within his chest, and I alreadywant to get off at the sexy and primal sounds coming from him.

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