Tempted

22

Drew

God, this woman . . .

She’s maddening. She literally attacked me, and I roll with it. I tried to fight this attraction for so long, but now that I had a taste, I can’t resist her anymore. Her sudden urgency only serves to make me happy with my decision not to try to stop this from happening. Now with that settled, all I want to do is fuck her right here in the middle of the club.

And I will have her today. There is no doubt about that.

I push her back into the bar, effectively pinning her. She’s not getting away. She’s like a cornered cat. I don’t know if she’ll succumb to the pleasure of being stroked or claw my eyes out to escape. She can do her worst. I like it rough.

I lift her by her hips and place her onto the bar. Her skirt rides up, giving me an up close and personal view of her black thong. Her breath comes in short pants, her desire only serving to fuel mine.

“This is your last opportunity to stop this.” I nearly growl.

“I’m done trying to stop it, Drew.”

This isn’t where I want this to happen, but I’ve lost my mind where Bailey’s concerned. I’m not thinking about anything but having some piece of her. Before I talk myself out of it, I act.

With one quick tug, I tear her underwear. One more yank, and they are off. Without fanfare, I dip my head to run my nose up the inside of her leg, nipping as I go. She lets out a whimper as my head meets the juncture of her hip. My eyes meet hers, silently asking for permission. Wrapping her legs around my head, she answers. I’m ravenous for her.

My tongue swipes up, and she bucks under me. Inserting one finger and then another, I pump in and out, which isn’t necessary as Bailey is more than ready for me. She pants and mewls, begging for more. I oblige, continuing to lap at her. Her back arches off the bar, and I feel her quiver, signaling her orgasm is near. I want to get her there. I need to.

I nip and suck at a punishing pace. I’ve never been inclined to take my time with foreplay. It’s always just been a means to an end. A quick prelude to my ultimate pleasure.

But Bailey is a different story.

I want to please this damaged girl lying spread open for me on my bar.

After a few more strokes of my tongue, she seizes up. She goes limp on the bar, and I know my work is done, but hers is just beginning.

I reach to pull her down when I hear the front door slam open. I look up in time to see Bailey’s eyes go wide. She scrambles off the bar backward, fixing her clothes as she goes. She disappears from sight just as Carter comes strolling around the corner. I lazily wipe the remnants of Bailey from my mouth, scowling in his direction.

“What the fuck are you doing here this early? It’s a quarter to four.”

I can’t help the venom spewing from my lips. I was so close to having her.

“Dude, I have to get the bar stocked. We ran out of everything last night. If I don’t start now, I’ll never be ready for opening.” He doesn’t seem fazed by my mood, which is a good thing. I have to get him out of here, or he’s going to find Bailey hiding behind the bar, naked from the waist down.

“Can you come to my office quickly? I want to go over a couple of the parties we have in the VIP rooms tonight.”

He looks at me skeptically. “Um, sure, I guess my shit can wait. Let me throw my bag behind the bar. See, isn’t it good I came early?” He winks at me before bending his knees to lean down. I go to stop him when up pops Bailey.

“Uh, hey, Bae . . . What the heck are you doing down there?” Carter looks a little smug, and I have the sudden urge to punch him.

“Oh, hey, Carter. I was just clearing out the empty liquor bottles from under here. I was going to take them down to the art center. I figured we could donate them. I hear there’s a local artist who makes really cool lamps out of them.” She doesn’t miss a beat, and I’m impressed.

She looks up at me, and I see her cheeks turn a shade of pink. I can’t imagine Carter missed it, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Good work today, Bailey. We’ll pick up where we left off tomorrow. Same time. Oh, and Carter, forget meeting now . . . something else just came up.” I don’t wait for either of them to respond. Turning on my heels, I haul ass to my office. I have one hour before our staff meeting, and if I don’t pull myself together, I’ll be miserable all night.