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She scoffed, and her inability to play it off like she wasn’t amused made my own lips curve up.
“Baby, come on. Please, sugar? Baby sugar? Sugar baby?”
She hid her face with her hands. “Oh myGod.”
“Oh, we have a winner. Please, sugar baby?”
“You’re the worst,” she said through laughs, yanking out of my hold.
“Please, Scarlett?”
She hesitated. Her glare accompanied the pouring of scotch.
I took a sip and held my glass to her like a toast. “Thanks, sugar.”
She huffed and stalked away. “Asshole.”
I chuckled at her annoyance. I might’ve felt bad if she didn’t purposely annoy me too.
Her refusal to pour me another refill, even after I called her Scarlett, didn’t surprise me. She either ignored me totally or said, “Go home and get it yourself, sugar.” I cackled at that response.
I admired her shamelessly the rest of the night. Not just because she was fucking gorgeous but because I wasn’t the only one who noticed. Now, I was certain she did the ‘leaning over to give a view of her tits’ thing to bug me yesterday and not for the tips since she wasn’t doing it today.
Only a few people milled about after Tammy left. She cleaned her section and said goodbyes. My boys had disappeared a long time ago. I’d rush the remaining patrons out at two, but that was still three minutes away. I blamed my raging hard-on for Scarlett on her damn clothes, but the truth was, the girl could wear a giant sweatshirt and sweatpants, and I’d still want her.
The last group left while Scarlett was in the kitchen, so I cleaned off the tables they were at. I’d been here late with Danny before. It wasn’t the first time I helped clean up at the end of the night.
Scarlett reentered the bar. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Yes, I do. I need to be inside you again. Go lock that front door or risk someone walking in on us.”
Cheeks tinting pink, she rushed to the door, locked it, and switched off the neon Open sign. I carried the rag behind the bar and rinsed it before washing my hands. A light flicked off, leaving the place in near darkness except for the bulb leading up the stairs. Scarlett waited at the bottom of those stairs, biting the lip I was about to.
I smirked and stalked toward her. She took the first step up when I called out, “Stay here, Scarlett. I want to come in the bar and remember fucking you right where I sit.”
“We can’t do that. There are windows!” she whispered, as if anyone could hear her.
“So what?” I shrugged. “I can make you forget about them.”
She squeaked and ran upstairs. I sprinted after and caught her on the second to last step. She was one up from me. From here, our height difference didn’t matter as much. I could reach her easily.
She glanced at me over her shoulder. “I’m not having sex with you on the bar.”
“Fine.” I cupped her breast with one hand and lifted her skirt with the other. “Then right here.”
“R-right here?”
My hand ascended between her thighs. “Right here.”
Chapter eight
Edging
Scarlett
I’dneverhadsexon stairs, but my quivering thighs told me I’d do it again. Ryker turned my legs to jelly. He offered his hand afterward while I was still bent over and panting. I took it, and he surprised me by tugging me toward him, cupping my face, and kissing me.
Unlike other kisses we’d shared, this was intimate. His lips melded to mine and moved in an intoxicating way I couldn’t help but melt under. He held me close, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips. Slowly, he pinned me to the wall with his body, his hand caressing my cheek.
