When River arrived at the swanky bar, he strolled in nonchalantly, scanning the crowd for the blonde. He spotted her sitting, swirling a straw in some fruity girly drink.
Tamping down animosity, River bellied up to the bar a few feet from her and ordered a beer. Almost instantly he could feel her eyes on him. He counted to ten before he raised his head to meet her stare. Definitely pretty—at least from a distance. She blushed.
After flashing him a smile, she lowered her gaze to her drink. Absently, she slid her glossy red nail suggestively up and down the straw. He’d bet she’d practiced the move on dozens of horny saps. But he didn’t care who’d come before him. He was on a mission.
She wrapped her lips around the end of the straw, and her little pink tongue peeked out before she took a long pull of her drink. Her cheeks concaved with the suction. He envisioned her on her knees, sucking him down. He wasn’t proud of it, but his cock leapt to life.
She set her drink down, then looked his way again in coy flirtation. He manufactured an inviting smile for her before he tipped back his beer and guzzled it in a few long swallows. Once done, he set the bottle down and strolled her way, moving in for the kill.
Up close, she didn’t look quite real. Her lips and forehead didn’t move naturally when she smiled. She wore her makeup thick. The swells of her breasts above the neckline of her little black dress looked way too symmetrical and perky.
River glanced down at her empty glass. “I’d like to buy you another drink.”
Marlie looked him up and down, her stare lingering on his chest full of medals pinned to his dress blues and his wide shoulders. A slow smile curled the corners of her mouth. “Would you, sailor?”
“Green Beret, actually. And I’ll buy you drinks until I look good to you.”
Marlie threw back her head and laughed. “Well, that’s one line I’ve never heard before, Corporal Green Beret.”
“Captain,” he corrected her.
“Pardon me, Captain. But I don’t need another drink.”
He leaned closer. “You afraid I’ll try to take advantage of you?”
“No.” Marlie looked away, then met his gaze once more—another practiced move. “I’m not afraid at all. I just don’t need more alcohol to think you look good. In fact, I can better appreciate every inch of you when I’m sober.”
“Every inch, huh? Just how many inches do you want to see, baby?”
The woman batted her lashes, managing to look breathlessly surprised by her attraction to him. Yeah, she’d been around the block a few times, and she was a hell of a practiced flirt.
“All of them,” she whispered.
Score.
“Hmm.” He leaned in close, face skimming her neck, and inhaled deeply. He nearly choked. Hair products and some overpowering scent. “Christ, you smell…edible. What’s the name of the perfume you’re wearing?”
“Guilty Seduction.” She sank her pearly-white teeth into her bottom lip.
Fitting.
“Hopefully, you’ll only be feeling satisfied when we’re through.” River trailed a finger over her collarbone, flirting with her hard silicone swells below.
Her lashes fluttered shut as she sighed in seeming arousal—a sign that he should proceed to the next phase.
River slid a knee between Marlie’s thighs, nudging them apart. Then he wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her close, until her breasts all but spilled from the vee in her skintight dress.
“You’re awfully sure of yourself, Captain.”
“I’m a man who knows what he wants.” River leaned in until his lips touched her ear. “You, naked and tied to my bed, while I explore your luscious body with my mouth until you’re all screamed out.”
He heard a soft gasp catch in her throat. “T-Tied?”
“Unless you’re not into that.” He shrugged.
“Oh, no. I’ve never tried but that sounds…exciting.”
Liar. At least it was good to know that giving her a reaming with her fucking was going to be easy.
“I do enjoy an open-minded woman. What’s your name, baby?”
“Marlie Natelnash.”
“Rick Storm.” He lifted her slender fingers and pressed a kiss to the sensitive inside of her wrist.
Marlie swallowed hard. “Please tell me you have a hotel room upstairs, Captain.”
Was she always this easy? “I do. You want to come up?”
She glanced down at his straining erection. “Do I get to lock my lips around that fat cock about to bust through your zipper?”
Shit, she might be a plastic bitch, but his dick thought that sounded damn good.
“What are we waiting for?” River extended his hand to her.
Marlie took it and slid off the barstool. Her knees weren’t quite steady, and she latched on to his arm. “You feel very strong.”
“Yes, ma’am. And capable, too. I won’t let you down.”
“Is that a promise?”
“You bet, baby.”
With her hand in his, he led her to the elevator. They stepped inside. Before the doors even closed, Marlie locked her lips on his.