Page 226 of Filthy Beautiful
Then he kissed me.
“What’s that smile about?” he asked when he drew back.
“We’re really doing this, huh? The boyfriend and girlfriend thing.”
“Yup.” He sipped his gin and juice. “You want out? Change your mind?”
“Nope.”
He set his drink down and slowly licked his lip… and I got a sudden flashback of this afternoon. When, in the middle of fucking me on the closet floor, he’d pulled out and given me that lesson he’d been threatening to give me.
Blowjobs 101.
I pressed myself against him. His gaze trailed down to my mouth, so maybe he was remembering, too. “You want to dance?”
“No.”
“You want to watch me dance?” I wiggled my body a little against his.
“Yes. But I’d rather be alone with you while you do it.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You want to leave?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Let’s go get some air.”
So we slipped out.
As we left the VIP area, he pulled on his cap—which was surprisingly effective in keeping people from noticing who he was. And which I took to mean he wanted to be alone with me.
As soon as the warm night air and the smell from some pizza by-the-slice place hit me outside, my stomach gurgled.
“I’ve got the munchies,” I told him as he steered me through the crowds on the sidewalk. “Can we eat?”
“Again?” He chuckled.
“What? We ate dinner like a thousand years ago. If you buy me cocktails all night, I’m gonna get the munchies.”
“Alright. What do you want? Cake or something?”
I threw him a look. “Cake? What is it, my birthday?”
He shrugged, slipping his arm around me as we crossed the street. “Isn’t that what chicks like for a midnight binge?”
“I dunno. I’m more of a salty girl myself.”
“Noted. You want pizza? A burger? Poutine?”
“Can I have all of those?”
He chuckled again. “Actually, I’ve got something better.”
He led me a few blocks over, to a street vender selling giant, soft pretzels sprinkled with rock salt.
“Holy God,” I said through my first mouthful. “That’s the best soft pretzel I’ve ever tasted.”
“I know.”
“Should we grab a cab?” I asked, as he took my hand and we started walking again. But he didn’t seem in any hurry to take me home.
