“Eros,” he says simply.
“Your name is Eros?”
Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh.
“Yeah?” he carps. “What’s yours?”
Fuck.
“Lala,” I state matter-of-factly—as if that were any better.
Eros chuckles in disbelief and cocks his head to one side. “Your name isLala?”
“Her name is actually Darla,” Suki corrects, snapping my head her way with a glare that could rival the very one Eros flashed at me not thirty seconds ago.
Why? Whyyy would you tell him that?
“Darla?” Eros all but squawks as Suki unleashes another devious snicker. “Like Darla fromThe Little Rascals?”
Sighing—because this happens every time—I nod in concession. “Sadly. Gen X parents, big fans. Hence why I tell everyone my name is Lala.”
Thanks Mom and Dad.
“Tragic,” he affirms, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say there’s a subtle smile tickling his lips. Then he turns to Suki. “And you?”
“Suki.” She grins brightly, taking a sip of her drink.
Eros tips his head, but doesn’t issue any commentary this time. Instead, he sets his big, tattooed hands on the bar top and leans toward us. “Well, now that we’re all acquainted, I’m gonna go check on the rest of my customers. If you need anything, just holler.”
He’s gone after that, the defined muscles of his broad back staring back at me as he stalks to the other side of the bar. Given the ink creeping up his neck and what I’ve seen of his hands, I can’t help but wonder if the rest of him is tattooed as well.
Or what that physique would look like without clothes…
Jesus, those chocolates are really starting to get to me…
“I know that look,” Suki says after a beat, redirecting my attention to where she sits. She’s smirking and all, the gold flecks in her brown eyes somehow brighter than usual.
“What look?”
“The ‘he’s fine as fuck and I wouldn’t mind climbing him like a tree’ look.”
“Oh, please,” I scoff. “I was definitelynotlooking at him like?—”
The vibrator comes to life all over again, simultaneously stimulating both my clit and that one particular spot deep inside me. Takes every ounce of self-control I possessnotto moan aloud. Not that my efforts will last long. The more Suki kicks up the vibration, bringing me closer and closer to the precipice of ecstasy, the harder it’ll be to contain.
“Say that again. You weren’twhat?”she counters, reaching between my legs to pull my stool closer.
The feel of her palm slowly sliding up my thigh only heightens the effects of the toy, curling my fingers around the stool’s edge. “Suki…” I beseech quietly.
“Go on, baby girl. Admit it. The tattooed grump got under your skin.”
“He didn’t get under my skin,” I defend, trying and failing to clench my thighs together.
“Lies,” she purrs, her teeth gently nipping at my bottom lip. “Come on…be a good girl and say it.”
I barely take another breath and she ramps up the vibration yet again, drawing out a moan I had no intention of releasing. Just like each one that follows because the longer I go without giving her what she wants, the more she increases the speed.
“Okay, okay, fine!” I finally blurt out, on the verge of exploding. “He’s hot as fuck.”
