The drinks are good...but the sex is better.
Sal has spent three years serving drinks behind the bar and servicing guys in the back room. It’s been a nice gig, one he’s enjoyed. But things change the night hot-as-hell Matt walks in and takes a seat. He’s gorgeous, sexy, commanding—and Sal can’t stop himself from going for it. But Sal isn’t supposed to go for it. Going for it means trouble, and Sal can’t have any more trouble.
Now he must do the one thing he hates most—the one thing he can never take back.
“I want you.” What the fuck was wrong with me? Who the hell was I? I was the one being told that, not the other way around. Yet here I was, confessing my desire for this guy like a dick-whipped slave boy. It turned me on so damn bad.
“I know.” Cocky bastard. I loved it. He lifted a hand and put it against the wall behind me, leaning in to my face. The brown of his eyes was alluring, reaching out and wrapping around me and holding me tight. I was putty, and he was a hot-as-fuck sculptor ready to start molding. I sucked in a strong whiff of his manly scent, all musky and sweet and fucking mind-blowing. That was all it took...I couldn’t handle this teasing shit one second longer.
I grabbed his neck and pulled his pouty lips to mine, shoving my tongue down his throat. The inside of his mouth was an explosion of heat and tasted like ripe, juicy strawberries. God, I wanted to eat him. He moaned and kissed me back with such passion and intensity that it was literally taking my breath away, but I loved every second of it. Our tongues dueled for control and our bodies writhed amidst the heated energy of our friction. I wanted to tear into him, I craved him so intensely. If somebody had struck a match, this whole fucking place would have gone up like a Roman candle on Independence Day.
I fumbled my hands down his shoulders to his massive chest and gripped the buttons of his shirt, ripping it open like a bad actor in a bad porno. Though my eyes were too busy to look, my hands went to work on a set of perfectly defined pecs, wide and firm and smooth as butter. More importantly, my fingers scoured his taut flesh, stopping on two hard-as-nails nipples that I couldn’t wait to lick. I gave each one a hearty squeeze, and he moaned into my mouth. Fuck me, he was hot. I reluctantly pulled away from his delicious mouth and slid my lips down his neck, the faint hint of stubble driving me insane. I flicked the tiny dip in his collar bone with my tongue, which always drove guys wild; this guy was no exception. I smiled before making my way down to those perfectly tanned areolas. His nipples tasted better than anything, one of those things you could easily overindulge on, and I planned on doing just that.
- Word Count: 5,000
- Author: JD Barrett
- Heat Level: 5
- ISBN: 978-1-61937-198-9
- Cover Artist: Kelly Shorten
- Editor: Megan Embry
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