Suki hums appreciatively, grazing her palm higher and higher up my thigh, but she doesn’t stop there. For the next twenty minutes, she toys with me to hell and back.
Whispering dirty words.
Raking her nails along my skin.
Shooting me up to the edge, then letting me fall before I can detonate.
At one point or another, she drags a lone finger along the lace of my panties, gently pressing the toy impossibly closer. I have no doubts the mewls slipping past my lips have drawn attention our way, their stares utterly palpable, burning down the length of my spine. The exhibitionist in me is on cloud nine, the masochist, too, but the chocolates havedefinitelyworked as advertised, and if Suki doesn’t let me come in the next five minutes, I’m going to scream.
Eros will surely kick our asses out the doors then.
As if on cue, the man himself reappears on our side of the bar. I turn my head in time to see the miffed cinch of his brows and the slight curl of distaste on his lip.
“I don’t know what you two are up to over here, but?—”
Suki chuckles and slides the phone his way. “Showed up just in time. Do me a favor, will you?” she quips, unaffected by his demeanor in the slightest. “Hit the pink button.”
Eros’s gaze instantly snaps down to the proffered device, then back up to her face. “And why would I do that?”
“Don’t ask so many questions, Grumpy Gills. Just do it.”
“Please do it,” I plead with him, knowing that if this damned toy goes off one more time—withboth of themin my presence—I’m going to crumble into a million heavenly pieces.
With one last look at an encouraging Suki, Eros shifts his attention to me and obliges to my request. In nothing but sheer seconds, I'm detonating, holding that wicked blue-eyed stare as I struggle to keep quiet through the tidal wave of my orgasm—in the middle of his bar.
Doesn't take long for him to realize what's happening.
Not when my lips part and I'm clawing the bar top for dear life.
"Stunning, isn't she?" Suki purrs, locking a hand around my throat. "Shame you can't hear how pretty she sounds, too."
FOUR
EROS
She’s…coming.
She’s fuckingcoming,on a bar stool, in the middle of my bar, with what I’m now gathering is a toy buried deep inside her cunt.
One that I enabled.
I’d known they were up to no good, could hear Lala making these sweet little noises as Suki leaned in and stole the softest of kisses, but I hadn’t, in my wildest-fucking-dreams, thought they were doingthis.
Hitting the button a second time, I watch as Lala’s body relaxes, her forehead falling to Suki’s shoulder as she catches her breath. My cock—the damned bastard—kicks against my jeans, wanting nothing more than to replace the toy and drive into her heat.
Thirsty fucker.
Clearing my throat, I slide the device back to Suki and steal a quick glance behind me. No one’s watching, everyone either caught up with the game or their own conversations, but that doesn’t mean they weren’t just thirty seconds ago. Turning back to the girls, I lean in closely, which proves to be a huge mistake because I can smell her.
Them.
Their arousal.
“As riveting of a performance as that was, you guys can’t do that here,” I all but choke out, holding Suki’s deep caramel gaze as best I can.
“Riveting, huh?” she muses, raking Lala’s hair out of her face. “So you enjoyed it…”
“Is grass green?” I toss back. “I’m sure every man in here who caught wind enjoyed it, too.”
