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she was just another in a long line of one-night stands—I didn’t do relationships—but with this girl, I felt like I almost could.
    Almost.
    “Hey, sweet cheeks.”
    She whipped around and took me in, her red hair flying around her shoulders, flashing me back to that night when I’d had my fist twisted in it and tugging. She’d moaned and arched her beautiful body and thrust her tits right in my face, begging for more.
    “You scared me.” She put her hand to her heaving chest. My eyes landed on her tits as she inhaled and exhaled.
    “Stop checking out my tits,” she deadpanned and my eyes shot up in surprise.
    “I love a girl who talks dirty, but you probably know that.” I placed a hand on her hip and leaned in to nip at her neck.
    “Back off.” She shoved at my chest. She could try to push me away as much as she wanted, but I could see the hooded look in her eyes, the passion that swirled there. She was drawn to me in the same way I was to her.
    “Wanna go out with me tonight?” I hooked my thumbs in my jean pockets as I stood in front of her.
    “You’re asking me out?” She arched a perfect eyebrow.
    “Not exactly. I don’t date. Just asking if you want to join me for a drink. I’ll be at Pete’s, if you want to stop by.”
    “I don’t date either,” she said in a rush.
    “Sure. Just a drink between friends.”
    “Friends who fuck?”
    “Seriously, Kat?” I ran a hand through my hair. Her dirty mouth had me wanting to bury myself in her, right here for everyone and God to see.
    “Right, the dirty talk.” Her eyes flashed with amusement and I knew she was doing it to me on purpose.
    I laughed and shook my head; no one fucked with me like she did and it made me want to be around her that much more. “So what do you say? Drink?” What I really wanted was to haul her off to my house. Scratch that. My bed.
    “Wait, you said my name.” Her words shook me out of my dirty thoughts.
    “Yeah?”
    “I liked it.” Her eyes softened as she watched me.
    “Hmm.” I fidgeted with the worn denim at my pocket. “Well, don’t get used to it because I like Sugar better. Reminds me how sweet you taste.”
    “Pig.”
    “So how ‘bout that drink?”
    “What time?”
    “I have to run home and shower and eat . . . unless you want to join me for dinner?”
    “Don’t push it, playboy.” She crossed her arms. I got the sense that she did this as a defense mechanism, but little did she realize it pushed the round flesh of her tits up higher and had me wanting to take them in my hands and dip my head to take her perfect pink nipples into my mouth.
    “Eight then?” I grinned as I took in the soft curves of her body. I didn’t know why I tortured myself. Being around this girl, asking her to have a drink with me, was a sure shot to an all-night hard-on.
    “Just so I’m clear, is this a pre-fuck drink? Or a drink between friends?”
    My eyebrows shot up into my hairline at her words. “Seriously with the dirty talk, Sugar. Do you want me to take you right here? ‘Cause the way you’re talking, it’s soundin’ like it.” This time her eyebrows shot up. She swallowed, her throat contracting, her chest heaving with her accelerated breaths.
    “Fine. Eight is fine.”
    “Good. Later, Sugar.” I turned and walked back to the marina, adjusting the raging hard-on in my pants as discretely as I could.
     

     
    She stepped into the bar like a vision. An angel sent from heaven meant to make a man’s dick hard, thinking about sinking himself inside her and going all night. The sight of her had need burning in my balls, a need that could only be satisfied one way, by slapping deep and raw into that tight pussy.
    Her eyes scanned the room before they landed on me at the pool table. I sat on a barstool, cue propped between my legs. A small smile lifted her full lips as she walked to me, her dress swaying around her knees. She shrugged her leather jacket over her shoulder in a badass way that had my dick