Page 89 of Bourbon Deceit
Clapping his hand together loudly, he laughed as he sat down at the kitchen table and grabbed a piece of pizza. “God, you’re too easy.”
“You wish. If I was easy then you wouldn’t be popping a chubby every time I walked by, you would have me in your bed, panting and screaming your name.” I acted out what I would do as I held on to my breasts and put on a good show, rivaling Meg Ryan inWhen Harry Met Sally. When I straightened up and brushed my hair to the side, I smiled at the dumbfounded look on his face, grabbed a piece of pizza, and took a big bite.
“Thank God I was able to record that. I’ll be using it later tonight.” He wiggled his eyebrows as he shoved his phone in his pocket.
Slapping my pizza back on the box and reaching for his pocket, I said, “You did not get that on your phone.” I fondled his pants for his phone as he sat back and let me try to find it.
“A little to the left sweetheart and you’ll hit gold.” A little to the left would have been his crotch, and there was no way I was going there.
“Give me your phone.”
He laughed as he handed it over. “I didn’t record it. Paranoid much?”
I looked down at his phone and the picture on his wallpaper was of a melted fleur de lis, kind of like the one that was on his back that I saw, at least one of his tattoos.
“What’s this?” I asked, showing him the picture.
He grabbed the phone from me and said, “Nothing you need to worry about.”
“What, are you part of some kind of secret gang?” I joked.
Not making eye contact with me, he sat back and grabbed another piece of pizza. “Something like that.” My phone chimed, letting me know Jett had texted me back. He nodded at my now-cracked phone and said, “You might want to see what lover boy wants. I’m going to go work on some things. I’ll catch you later.”
“You know it’s only going to eat you alive by holding it all in,” I called over my shoulder.
He turned and smiled at me. “The only thing eating me alive are those killer tits of yours. One flash, Goldie. I promise I won’t tell Jett.” He held on to his heart.
The serious moment was quickly removed from the air, and was replaced with humor and flirtation—classic Diego. That was his way of telling me to drop the topic because he wasn’t going to get into it.
“Get real. I would never give you the pleasure of seeing my tits.”
His tongue ran around the outside of his lips as his heated gaze lit me up. “Don’t play with fire, Goldie. Cup your breasts in front of me one more time and see what happens. I would never cross Jett, but there is only so much a guy can take.”
He got turned on from a breast cup? When I looked down, I saw that my shirt rode awfully low and he’d gotten a great view of about seventy-five percent of my tits, yeah, that would do it.
“Ooops, didn’t notice the short neckline.” I smiled.
“Like fuck you didn’t.” He shook his head and walked away while calling out, “You’re driving me to an uncomfortable state, Goldie.”
“Get a woman!” I called out.
I looked down at my phone and tried to read Jett’s text but couldn’t see it so instead I called him.
The phone rang once before his smooth southern voice filtered through my ears.
“Hello, little one. What brings me the pleasure of hearing your voice in the middle of the day?”
“God, you’re so formal. Who says stuff like that anymore?” I teased.
“Only a true gentleman.”
“Is that what you consider yourself? I didn’t think gentlemen stuck their heads in between ladies’ legs and sucked on their clit for hours.”
“Hours?” He lightly laughed. “Don’t give yourself such credit. You know damn well when I have that little clit of yours in my mouth you’re coming in seconds.”
Yikes, that just made me super horny.
“Down girl, self-respect,” I murmured as I patted my crotch.
