Page 67 of The Second Deal

Idon’t want to enjoyAdrianeating me out in public.Idon’t want his eyes to lock onto mine, watching me squirm from the pleasure he gives before we even go out on our first date.

Idon’t even want to be on this stupid date becauseIknow exactly how things will end tonight.

ButhereIam, moaning forAdrianas his tongue creates an orgasm that grips my core, demanding submission to him and whatever he has up his sleeve for tonight.

Helicks me like a dripping popsicle one final time, watching me gulp for breath.

“Convincedyet?”

Ilurch forward to smack him over the head.

Heyelps out a laugh. “Hey, be nice!”

Scowlingat him asIget myself resituated,Ireply, “Shutthe hell up.Youmind handing me my panties?”

“Ido mind, actually," he says simply. “Leave‘em off.”

Iroll my eyes, butIfind him staring at me. “What?”

Heglances away, shaking his head, before the smirk returns. “Youready to get this date started?”

Groaning,Ilook over my shoulder into an ever-bustling downtown.It’shot out, andAdrianjust made things even worse.

“Ineed a drink.”Inudge his knee. “Goon, git.”

Helurches forward, grabbing a napkin off the console and quickly swiping it over his mouth and chin before tossing it to the floorboard.Then, opens the door and holds my hand to help me down.

Itry to drop it, butAdrianhas a firm grip as he leads me down the street.

“Whereare we going, anyway?”

Adrianstops and turns to look up. “Here.”

Ifollow his line of sight “Areyou fucking kidding me?”

Thegrin that cracks his face is way brighter than theApplebee’ssign above us. “Yeah,I’mkiddin’.”

Leadingme a few businesses down,Adrianopens the door to a swanky club and gestures for me to enter.

Iwrinkle my nose at him. “Lookat you, bein’ all cute.”

“You’recuter.”

“Shutup,Iknow.”

Inside, it’s almost pitch black with arctic air blasting over my skin.Ireach forAdrian’shand, holding on tightly until my eyes adjust.

Heleads me to the backlit bar with liquor bottles lining wooden shelves.WhenIlean onto the bar,Adrian’sbody heat warms from my ass to my shoulder blades and over my arms.Hegives my bare shoulder a quick kiss before motioning for the bartender and rattling off his order of rum andCoke.

Adrianslips his arms around my waist afterIask for a margarita on the rocks.

Hislips come to my ear. “Youwanna get hammered and get a hotel room?”

Iwhack his hand. “Behave!”

“Justsayin’ it’s an option.”

Hetries dazzling me with a simper, moving closer.Ibump my shoulder into him and turn forward with a beam plastered to my face.

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