If Molly and Aaron could only see me now.
The waiter arrives with another margarita. “Compliments from your friend at the bar.”
“Thank you.” I keep my eyes down as I play the game and refuse to look at him.
Ten minutes later, I take the final sip of my margarita and allow my eyes to drift to the man at the bar; his dark eyes are on me, and heat blazes between us.
I know that look . . . I’m going to f**k you . . . so damn good.
I feel my arousal begin to thump, and with my eyes locked on his, I pick up a strawberry and lick it.
He stands as if summoned by my tongue. With our eyes locked, I suck, and he walks toward my table. “Mind if I take a seat?” his deep, sexy voice purrs.
“Not at all.” My eyes drop to the bulge in his pants, and I raise my eyebrow.
“Don’t judge.” He smiles as h
