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Sky-high pointed heels set her apart from Penelope’s casual attire, her mile-long legs the main event. The carving of her strong calf muscles leads to thighs shaped to perfection. Jesus Christ, she’s sexy. I want so badly to flip over the card, but I can’t miss a second of her dance.
“You ready, new girl?” Penelope turns to Juniper on the bar, signaling for King to start the music.
“I’m gonna need a shot for this,” Juniper laughs fiercely, bending down to grab a tequila bottle straight from the shelf and pouring it into her mouth.
“Liquid courage. I like the way you think,” Penelope tells her, opening her mouth wide and throwing her head back, insisting Juniper fill her mouth with clear liquor.
“Okay,” Juniper exhales, setting the bottle back.
I stand no chance ofnotwatching Juniper. Tequila must have missed her mouth at some point, a sheen of liquid falling down her chin and dripping onto her chest. A chest I can almost guarantee will be on display in three minutes, tops.
I should leave right now.
I shimmy in my seat even more, making myself more comfortable. I’m giving myself tonight. I never planned for any of this to happen—Juniper and Dirty Bingo. That was all Tenley’s doing, so if anyone’s to blame, it’s her.
I’m simply guilty by association.
After tonight, we can go back to being professionals—maybe even friends—and never speak of this again. I say that just as “Mony Mony” by Billy Idol blasts from the old juke box, and I fight a groan as Juniper’s head falls back, her long ponytail swaying sideways to the working of her hips.
My stomach is in my throat, and my dick already wants to come out and play. Fuck. This is dangerous. And it just got worse because I should have known this fucking song would lead to an open door for something dirty to be flaunted in my face.
Like whatever squat thing she just did was. With her heeled feet pointed just slightly to the side, my jaw ticks while Juniper has never looked more at ease, dropping into a squat while her arms tangle behind her head. The fluid movement is seductive and captivating. Makes me wanna stand between those pretty legs and see for myself just how perfect she really is.
I’m not the only man in the bar with a working set of eyes, hypnotized by the beautiful women before us. Well, one for me, two for them.
The chorus of the song kicks in, and so does Juniper’s confidence. The hem of her sweater lifts above her head in seconds before she tosses it to the floor.
If only it were actually my birthday, I’d ask for my gift. Because Dr. Wilde in a lacy bra and leather skirt might just be my fantasy dream. Her tits spill from the minimal bra, her toned waist tightening with every turn of her hips.
Down and up again. Her body glides to the beat while those thick fucking thighs drop in rhythm with the song. Oh,I am shit out of luck. Noticing Juniper in her office or at a game is something I can handle, respectfully acknowledge how incredible she looks, and walk away.
But breathing inthissight of her, I become a prisoner to myself. Shackle me tighter, warden, because I’ve got no willpower to stop.
“Goddamn,” Jethro stammers from beside me, Mack joining in not long after. “What they got in that Nashville water?”
“How about you go there yourself and find out?” I deadpan, not at all ashamed of giving my two cents. “They make red-eyes for a reason.”
“Psh.” Jethro scrunches his face in disbelief. “Not like you weren’t just looking, brother.”
“Yeah, come on, Briggs. We’re just fucking around,” Mack says. “We won, and the ladies are just having some fun. Not like we’re watching someone else’s wife.”
He’s right. I know this. Yet, I didn’t consider that before speaking out. Something about knowing they could be watching Juniper in a way that is other than casual puts me on edge.
Reason number one hundred andtwowhy I shouldn’t be here.
I can’t even look at Penelope, and honestly, I’m surprised the other guys are, given she’s Bodhi’s little sister. He’s made it clear how off-limits she is. I’d never betray that trust.
The halfway point of the song nears, and the girls make their way to the end of each side, both reaching for the button of their skirts. No. Nope. There’s no way in hell their strip dance can go this far. I won’t survive it. And neither will Jethro, Mack, and King because they’ll all be dead.
“Okay, ladies! Now we’re gettin’ somewhere,” Jethro sings, and fuck, I knew I hated him for a reason.
“Stand down, benchwarmer,” Juniper calls out to him, a big smile on her face. At least she noticed from the game that he’sfucking useless on the field. I still don’t have a clue why Coach hasn’t made him a free agent yet.
Just before Juniper has a chance to remove her skirt, I intervene, “Cut it off.”
“What was that, Briggsby?” King yells over the music, hand finding his ear.
I stand at attention and walk toward him. “Cut the music. We’re done.”
