Page 93 of Hat Trick
“It’s a plight, I’ll tell ya.” I laugh and toss my ponytail over my shoulder. “It’s nice to see you in something other than your sweaty gym clothes, Mitchy. You clean up well.”
His eyes wander down my body, clearly in no hurry as he takes in my dress and the black heels I paired it with. He whimpers and brings his fist to his mouth, biting his knuckles. “Hell. You look gorgeous, Lexi.”
“Thank you.” The compliment nestles its way into my chest, right next to my heart, and I don’t know when I became such a fucking sap. “It’s nice to be out of my leggings.”
“I’ll say. Are you having a good night?”
“I was until Drunky McDrunkerson told me my job was boring.”
“Do you think it’s boring?” Riley asks.
“No. I love my job.”
“Then fuck what he has to say.”
“Wise words, Mitchy.” I smile. “What about you? There are a lot of people around. How’s your social battery?”
“Liam and I have an escape plan ready to go the second the auction ends. The drinks should be flowing by then, and I think I’ll be able to sneak out of here before people start trying to ask me about my leg.”
“An escape plan, huh? What does that involve?”
“Walking out the door and leaving. I’d like to see someone try and stop us,” he says confidently.
I laugh again. “You’ve clearly thought this out.”
“Oh yeah. It’s not my first time ditching a social gathering I don’t want to be at.”
“Between the two of you, I think you’ll be actively avoided.” I pop a shoulder in a shrug. “It’s a bummer you were planning to leave early though.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
“I was hoping you’d save me a dance,” I say, grabbing the bar tray of drinks off the counter and starting back to the girls. “If you want.”
His hand rests on my elbow, and I stop. “Do you want me to save you a dance, Lexi baby?”
I’m immediately thrown back to that night—the heat of his mouth, his shuttered moans and the wayfuckrolled off his tongue. My skin warms instantly, a response to the nickname used in the privacy of our secret rendezvous.
It sounds wicked out in the open, a sinful,lustfulplea that makes my nipples harden and my thighs squeeze together. I look at him, not surprised to find his cheeks pink and his chest rising and falling like he’s been sprinting for miles, and every logical reason I ever had for staying away dares to fly out the window.
It’s not him.
It can’t behim.
It’s the orgasms he gave me. The mind-blowing, earth-shattering, organ-rearranging pleasure brought on by his tongue and his fingers, and that’s why I whisper, “Yes.” My voice is thick before tacking on a softer, “Please.”
“You have to know I love when you beg.”
I swallow. He’s not even trying to conceal what he wants, but I guess I’m not either. Not when I take a step toward him and tip my chin, mouth inches away from his ear, and say, “I’m not wearing any underwear.”
“You are so unfair,” he murmurs.
“Maybe you should do something about it,” I say, pulling away. “You know where I’ll be.”
The walk back to the girls is a blur, and I know I’m a badass bitch when I don’t try to look over my shoulder to see if Riley is watching me. I slide the tray of drinks onto the table, grab my gin and tonic, and take a long sip.
“Are you okay?” Piper frowns and touches my cheek. “You’re burning up.”
“Please tell me you put that asshole in his place. And please tell us what he said,” Emmy says. “I couldseethe steam coming out of your ears.”
