My left hand darts to the center of my chest. “I’m touched.”
His gaze lingers there, at the spot between my breasts. “I want to touch.”
I laugh that off, even though I want that too. I want to feel his hands on every inch of my body.
From the corner of my eye, I spot Angeline approaching where I’m standing. She calls out a drink order that includes another round for the table of women who just sang a rousing yet off-key rendition ofHappy Birthdayto a dark-haired woman in a pink dress.
I repeat the order back to her because that’s the only way I’ll remember it.
Before I set off to prepare it, I glance at Sean. “Duty calls.”
“You don’t mind if I hang around until closing time, do you, Champ?”
I was hoping that would happen but certainly didn’t expect it. I imagine there are a million things he could be doing other than watching me prepare drinks.
I’ve only been able to carve out brief moments between orders to talk with him.
“I don’t mind that at all.” I smile.
“Good.” He points at his empty glass. “I’ll get another Tom when you have the time. No rush.”
Before I can respond, he’s sliding a one hundred dollar bill across the bar.
My hand lands on it. “I’ll grab your change.”
“You’ll keep it all.” His gaze darts to Angeline. “I’ll tip her too before the night is over. I know how brutal it is working a shift like this.”
I hold in a laugh. “You don’t.”
“I do,” he insists. “I tended bar in college. It was fucking hard.”
“You were a bartender?” I try to mask the surprise in my voice, but I fail miserably.
“I gave it my all.” He rubs his jaw. “I got fired during my third shift because I was sampling the product too often.”
I nod. “I try to abstain until last call.”
“So you’ll share a couple of shots with me then?” His gaze drops to my chest. “After that, I’ll take you straight home.”
As a blush blooms on my cheeks, I take a step closer to him again and lower my voice. “My home or yours, Saint?”
“Mine.” He bites out between clenched teeth. “You’re coming home with me tonight.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Sean
I wrapan arm around Calliope’s waist to tug her body closer to mine.
The soft sound that escapes her when she feels the length of my erection pressed against her ass is almost enough to make me shoot my load inside my pants.
We’re on the subway, headed to our apartment building.
I wanted to call Jurgen, but Champ insisted on this mode of transportation. She told me it would be fun.
I had serious doubts, but I can get on board with her idea of fun if it includes this. We’re in a public space, and this feels like it’s bordering on foreplay.
Her hand is pressed against mine while she moves her hips in tiny circles as the train races along the track toward our destination.