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only one because right after losing the game to Darlene, strong arms wrapped around her. She could tell by the Old Spice aftershave it was Tag and she leaned back against him.
     
    Kissing Nicole’s neck, Tag kept his eyes on the man in the corner. “Dance?”
    Turning around in his arms, Nicole looked up at him and smiled. “I’d love a dance. Do you know how to two-step?”
    “Darlin’ I was born to two-step. You just try and keep up with this old man.” Tag smiled and gave her a quick kiss before leading her to the dance floor. He started them off at a respectable distance apart but as they moved and twirled around the dance floor, he pulled her closer. He’d danced in a million bars in all corners of the world and his particular style showed it. He loved the fiery Latin dances and often liked to incorporate the hip rolls and sexually suggestive movements into all his steps.
    As he danced Nicole around the floor he soon felt eyes on him. Placing his hand tighter on Nicole’s ass, he pulled her even closer and bent down to speak into her ear. “Who is he?”
    He felt Nicole stiffen in his arms. Running his tongue along the shell of her ear, Tag felt her relax again. “That’s Lonnie, my ex-boyfriend and biggest mistake.”
    He could still feel this Lonnie guy’s eyes on him but he didn’t bother looking his way. Instead he pulled Nicole even closer to his body, loving the way her curves felt against him. “I thought he wasn’t in town.”
    “I thought so, too. He must have just shown up or I’m sure everyone would’ve been bending my ear telling me he was back.” She kissed Tag’s neck. “You don’t have anything to worry about, papa bear.”
    Giving her a real kiss, Tag thrust his tongue possessively inside her wet depths. “Good. You’re mine.”
    “Yes. I am.”

     
    After their dance, Tag led Nicole back where he could protect her. Finding an empty stool at one of the high tables, Tag set it at the end of the bar where he could get to her quickly if he needed. It was also nice for a quick grope and kiss when he was between customers.
    After a fairly long stretch of filling drink orders, he took Nicole another Diet Rite and an order of nachos. She smiled when he set the basket of food and the beer down.
    “Are you trying to get me drunk or fat?”
    “Neither, but if you were to get drunk, I’d happily take care of you. And if you gain weight, I figure that’ll just be more of you to hold.” He went around the end of the bar to insinuate himself between Nicole’s bare thighs.
    She looked around and tried to close her legs. “Um… my skirt is a little short for this particular position.”
    Tag looked down and licked his lips at the picture she made. Although her ass was still covered by the skirt, Nicole’s pussy was clearly on display. Groaning, Tag reached down and thrust two fingers deep into her wet depths. Nicole’s head tilted back as she moaned and looked into his eyes.
    Bending slightly to whisper in her ear, Tag continued his rhythm in and out of her. “You’re a bad girl, angel. I have half a mind to flip you over this bar and spank this beautiful ass of yours.”
    Turning her head, Nicole ran her tongue up the side of his face. “I reckon you could do that. Of course then everyone in this bar would be lookin’ at my ass.”
    Tag grunted and removed his fingers. Slipping his dripping fingers into his mouth he savoured Nicole’s taste. “Mine,” he growled. “You just make sure you stay right where you are. I might need another snack before quitting time.” He gave Nicole a smile and a wink and went back to work.

     
    Nicole sat for the next hour watching Tag work. Damn he turned her inside out. He was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen and he wanted her. But more than that, Tag treated her like she felt she deserved to be treated. He was kind but forceful, the perfect combination for her.
    She watched as he mixed a couple of drinks, paying particular attention to