This was better.
“Bet?”
“If I win, I get to do whatever I want with this.”
He ran the edge of his finger up the bottom of my foot and I inhaled. Somehow, that finger of his felt like it was touching me somewhere else.
Somewhere private.
“Are you going to eat it?”
He smiled and poured us each another shot. I’d been afraid he was going to ask me about the case. But so far on each hand he just kept trying to get me to take my top off.
I giggled, realizing Mason was right.
Connor did have a crush on me.
“Where is Mase?”
“Is that your prize? You want to know where he is?”
I sobered instantly.
“I just want to know if he’s okay.”
He rubbed his fingers into my heel and I felt myself relax.
“He’s okay. I promise.”
“You aren’t going to tell me where he is are you?”
“Nope. Pick something else.”
I grinned and picked up my shot.
“I think you would be more comfortable-“ We clinked our shot glass together. “Without pants.”
He choked on his shot, but I swallowed mine down with barely a wince. I was getting the hang of this drinking thing. I liked it. I felt like was good at it.
Casey Jones, she had a knack for three things: landing in trouble, shaking her bootie, and getting hammered!
I picked my cards up again and he asked me if I wanted to swap any out. I held up two fingers. I grinned as I looked at my new hand, realizing I now had two pairs.
His face was hard and strained. I had a feeling I had won. I was going to see the guy in his boxer shorts in a hot minute. It might be crazy, and reckless, and very risky, but I wanted to see those shorts dammit.
I was grinning ear to ear as I wondered what color they were.
After that he would have to answer my questions. He had nowhere to go from there. I highly doubted he would sit there completely naked.
I smiled to myself. There was no reason not to enjoy the view. He was a very good-looking man. There was no arguing with that.
Just because we were on opposite sides of the law-
“Call.”
“Two pairs. Read them and weep.”
He just smiled at me.
My eyes got wide as he laid his cards down. The bastard had a full house. He squeezed my foot and leaned back.
“Hmmmm… this little piggy went to market…”
“What are you-“
“Shhhh…”
He grabbed the salt and the lemon wedges and pulled them across the table to him. He lifted my foot and looked at it.
Then he smiled and licked it.
Slowly, he ran his hot, wet tongue up top of my foot from my ankle all the way to my toes. I gasped at the feel of his tongue on my skin. He shook salt over the spot and smiled. Then he held a lemon wedge and put it between two of my toes.
“Squeeze.”
I pinched my toes together and exhaled shakily as he poured a shot. I knew what he was doing. He was doing a body shot off my damn foot.
And it was giving me all kinds of crazy feelings.
He grinned and licked the salt off my foot. Slowly and thoroughly. Then he did the shot. What he did next made me slide a little lower in my seat.
He sucked the lemon. And my toes. Oh lord, he wasn’t in a hurry about it either. I moaned and he opened his eyes. That’s when I felt his tongue swirl over my toes and between them. He stroked the sensitive spot between two of my middle toes and I felt it between my legs.
He knew it too. He looked at me right freaking there while he worked his tongue in and out of the little space between my toes. There was no mistaking it. He stared at my pussy as his tongue slid in and out as I slowly turned to mush.
“Oh…”
He lowered my foot to his lap and winked at me.
“Next hand, I want that shirt.”
Connor
“So. Where did you grow up?”
She frowned, adjusting that tiny little scrap of stretchy lace she called a camisole. It was cropped and barely covered her ribs. I stared at the silky roundness of her breasts, letting my eyes sink lower to the soft curve of her taut belly.
I could do a shot out of that belly button. I’d lick up every drop. Hmmm… maybe later.
“That’s a complicated question.”
I’d won two hands in a row now. She was topless, more or less, and I still had that sexy little foot of hers in my lap. I was rubbing her leg now, my fingers sliding up and under the edge of her jeans.
They were just stretchy enough for my fingers to graze the back of her knee. Every time I did it, she lost her train of thought. I smiled to myself.