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I may wake up in the morning with regret after tonight, but I’ll risk it for the reprieve.
It’s been a year since I’ve felt a man inside of me, and right now, the fog is fucking fogging, making me question why I haven’t taken August Graves up on his offer yet.
It might also be the alcohol.
The bedroom eyes he’s been sending me all night have me squirming in my panties. Panties that are now indecent.
He’s stripped down to nothing but his boxers, the only one in the room practically naked since he’s on his third loss of the night.
The bastard knows what he’s doing. He always does.
Taste tester, my ass.
I, unfortunately, just lost this round, having not made it in time for my last task on the bingo board of performing a porno-level orgasm on the bar top. Everyone else called bingo before me, which led me to center stage.
“Take it off, TT,” King yells while Briggs chants beside him, “Show us the titties!”
I love these people.
Taking my top off doesn’t faze me in the slightest. I’m a free bird, and tonight I want to play a little dirtier.
I chuckle to myself and scan the room, my eyes landing on the vacant bar top August sat me on earlier. I can’t stop thinking about it.
Kodi’s feminine voice catches my attention. “Go for the jugular, Ten!”
She knows me too well.
Without questioning it, I slide my overall straps down and reach under my crop top to unclasp my bra. Slipping the straps off my shoulders, I hiss as my midnight black bra falls free.
“Oops,” I giggle, reaching for it and standing tall. My nipples are hard peaks, not to be missed across my heavy chest.
Thankfully, my ass holds my overalls in place, or I’d really be putting on a show.
I let myself lock eyes with one person in particular and home in on them. Since I’m feeling risky tonight, I chose August, finding his heated stare already met with mine.
Yep, we’re both feeling the effects of earlier. Damn bourbon and cherries.
“Oh shitttt,” King bellows.
Callaway lets out a dry chuckle. “It’s about to go down.”
I inch off the stage, slowly make my way to where August is sitting, and loop my laced bra around his neck. Pride fills me as I watch his body visibly shudder and freeze as I lean in to do the one thing I promised myself I’d never let happen. “Offer still stand to use you?” My lips ghost the shell of his ear.
He nods, swallowing heavily, and I feel the slight drag of his touch on the back of my leg.
I can’t resist.
“Condom?” I question and get another nod.
Oh, this is going to feel so good.
“Good,” I whisper hoarsely. “I don’t need you to call me in the morning, just need you to fuck me. We clear?”
August gives me no response other than barreling me over his shoulder and taking off to the secluded hallway. But not before yelling to the group behind us, “Not a word!”
I chuckle and smile to myself, ready to not think aboutthe ramifications for once and let fucking August be my last and final hoorah.
One night of hot sex won’t kill me, right?
