Part 7 (2/2)
The server laughed from behind him. ”The football player?”
”Happens a lot.” He smiled off the staff, accepting the conversation. ”Sorry to disappoint you.” He returned those inviting chestnut eyes back to her.
”You guys could be twins.” She studied him in closer detail. ”In particular from behind-and I'm not disappointed in the least.” Her face-body-voice a.s.sessment of this man confirmed he embodied a hunk ratio ten times hotter than the Brayden whatchamacallit she'd OCD'd over for longer than she cared to admit even to herself.
”Do you stare at men's behinds often?” He overshadowed her. Leaning in closer, this stud conveyed importance.
Her thighs clenched as she stood and defended herself, ”No-unless they're Brayden Brooks', or now yours.” Gripping her Judith Leiber clutch, she tried to stop her hands from fidgeting. She'd always been tall. No man had ever made her feel pet.i.te-until tonight. Keep it together, Red. ”I'm Red,” she introduced herself over the strident tune. ”It's nice to meet you.” Unsure if the conversation would climb uphill or down, she didn't reveal her ident.i.ty. Taddy Brill holidayed unknown as Lex requested. Since this club was part of the hotel where their reservation had been made, she'd stick with it.
”Red-huh?” Suspicion quirked his eyebrow and he complimented, ”Neat name. I'm-” Waris Sugar boomed as he took her hand in both of his and she couldn't really hear the rest.
”Nice to meet you, Garner.” Is that what he'd said? It had sounded like it. But he didn't exude a Garnie. He resembled a Big Daddy.
”Care for a drink-Red?”
”Champagne, please. Thank you.”
”Which do you prefer?” His hands took her arm with gentle authority to the seated area next to them by a round table.
She blinked in haste. He sat my a.s.s down. ”Something-anything with bubbles is fine.”
”There are many champagne flavors and types.” His arms spread wide. ”You could have Ultra Brut, with no sugar, it may taste bitter.”
”I'm not bitter.” She shook her head, tapping his thigh. Oh my Lordie. His body felt like rock.
”Brut regular. It's dry with one and a half percent sugar.” His eyebrows drew together, revealing the ever-so-adorable furrow from his forehead.
”There's nothing regular about me either.” Not wanting to remove her hand, she let her fingers glide higher up his leg. She'd inch higher until he pushed her off.
He glanced down at her hand and invited her to continue.
Red's comin' for ya. So she did. A magnetic pull drew her into him. She'd waited years to sit, talk, stroke and play with a man such as this. Am I shallow? Abso-f.u.c.king-lutely! Who cares?
”You could do extra dry. It's sweeter with two percent sugar.”
”Do you have any more suggestions?” Taddy was accustomed to making snap decisions under any circ.u.mstance. But nothing lingered as circ.u.mstantial with this man. Intent on taking her time, she'd do something never done before. She'd let a man-order for her.
”Yes...dry champagne.” He swallowed hard and added, ”Four percent sugar.” The corners of his mouth twitched upward. He observed her hand inching closer.
”I've made my mind up.” She wanted him. Screw the champagne.
”You have?” His leg rose a little higher, grinding warmth against her palm, encouraging her to fondle him more. Perhaps he enjoyed her finger lap dance.
”What'll it be?”
”Obviously you have good taste-possibly better than mine.” She shut her mouth to see if he'd follow her words. Taddy studied his lips, and then glanced into his eyes. Gold flecks stared back at her. It caused goose b.u.mps on her thighs.
She confirmed he listened to her every word-hanging on to them, waiting for her to speak again. Good! Very good. She licked her lips.
Nipples hard, she said, ”I'd like to have whatever juice you're serving.” Their eyes locked, and her nails dug a little into him as if saying, ”Mine.”
”Red, something tells me you enjoy extremes.” He grabbed the top of her hand.
”Sorry.” She realized she'd gone too far. Typical.
”Don't apologize.” Interlocking his fingers with hers, Big Daddy shoved her hand to his hard-on.
”I do love...intensity,” she confessed, outlining the large bulge.
His bulge grew under his slacks as if a snake surfaced to the Earth's soil to sun. Garner's thick, bulbous head visibly swelled under his linen pants. He was epic from head to toe and back to his other head. She imagined his d.i.c.k lifting the hood of her c.l.i.t up. The urge to unzip his fly, pull out his c.o.c.k and take it into her mouth consumed her more than last month's Prada sample sale.
Garner's thick legs spread apart. This dude was a full-time free-baller. ”I'll order us an intense champagne bubble. It'll pop in your mouth.” He lingered on his statement for a second. His silky words rang a challenge in her ear.
Sensing a stir in her p.u.s.s.y larger than any Ohio tornado, she mumbled, ”Uh-huh.”
”Your champagne should have mysterious copper and amber tints.” He observed her hair.
She couldn't stop rubbing his erection. The pleased look on his face told her he loved it.
”Those are two of my favorite colors.” She resisted the urge to flip her hair back with her hands. A habit she struggled to avoid. With a nod, she moved her neck, hoping her hair would get out of her face.
It didn't.
Her new Big Daddy reached over and brushed her tresses over her shoulder, out of her view and complimented, ”Such gorgeous features.” He grazed her chin with his thumb. ”Amazing bone structure too.”
”Thank you.” She'd heard his compliment a million times over, but his caress struck a pulsating chord in her. One she hadn't felt-ever. His hands felt confident, as if familiar with getting whatever the h.e.l.l he wanted. She re-crossed her legs as her instincts brought her torso closer to his.
”Where were we?” Perhaps he got lost in her face and the tuberose aroma from her hair he'd unlocked. His nostrils twitched with an inhale, and his mouth exhaled with a smile.
”Discussing my juice's colors-the champagne.” She squeezed his thigh. Oh my.
”Right, thank you. Perhaps when your taste buds savor the sap you'll swallow-black cherry.”
”I love cherries.”
”So do I.” His eyes remained on her face.
She understood why. He behaved as a gentleman. But she didn't desire to be a lady. Not tonight. Her c.u.n.t was dipped in Swarovski.
Excel-lent-a-licious, but if you wanna stare at my t.i.ts, you can. She leaned forward, running her fingers alongside her collarbone as if to signal to him to play.
He swallowed hard. ”Ummm...Red...?”
”Yes?” Her gazed s.h.i.+fted. She examined his lips. He licked them with a thick tongue, with any luck to match his even thicker d.i.c.k.
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