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“Thanks, man.”
“No problem.”
The crowd had grown since he’d taken a break, and he grabbed a damp cloth and ran it back and forth over the bar top.
A light breeze swirled around the room as the front door opened. Crow glanced over
at the entrance and did a double-take when he saw Angie. She gave him one of her sexy smiles, the one that drove him crazy, and waved. She wore a tight-fitted top that emphasized the curve of her tits and tiny waist. The high heels and short skirt showed off her shapely legs. Heat sparked through him just thinking about those legs wrapped around his waist while he thrust deeply. At that moment, Crow knew he would never get enough of Angie. He sucked in a breath, watching the way her hips swayed seductively with each step she took.
Zach let out a low whistle. “She’s hot.”
“Back off, she’s with me,” Crow said.
“I’ll be damned,” Muerto said, looking over his shoulder at Angie.
He came out from behind the bar and sauntered over to her.
“Hey, baby.” He pressed his lips on hers. “What’re you doing here?”
“I wanted to see where you work.” Angie curled her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth just above his ear. “And I want you … rightnow,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. Then she pulled away, a wicked smile dancing across her lips.
Those six words were like an electric current zapping his dick. He jerked her flush to his chest and crushed their mouths together as tongues clashed and lips tugged.
“Come on,” he rasped, gripping her hand and dragging her behind him.
Muerto smirked while Zach gaped as he passed the bar with Angie in tow.
Crow opened the backroom door, kicked it shut, and slammed her against the wall.
“I wanted to fuck you the second you walked in the pool hall,” he said, pressing into her, his dick harder than a rock.
“I didn’t mean it literally.” Angie glanced over his shoulder at the door. “What if someone comes in?”
“They won’t. And when you tell me you want to fuck ‘right now,’ darlin’, I oblige.”
He reached down and pulled her leg up next to his hips, bucking into her hard.
Angie moaned in his mouth, clutching his shirt as he kept rocking against her. He released her mouth and gently ran his teeth along her jawline, down her neck, nuzzling and nipping his way to her cleavage. A whimpering sound came from her throat as she bucked against him. Crow lifted a breast and licked the top of it.
“I love your tits,” he growled as he grabbed her ass with the other hand.
He tugged up the hem of her top and pushed it over her tits, pausing to admire how fuckin’ beautiful they were encased in a pink lace bra, then pinched and teased her nipples.
“I want you so badly,” she whispered in his ear.
Crow shoved her bra down and captured a nipple with his mouth, sucking and nipping while rolling the other one between his fingers.
“Oh, shit.” She moaned, her head falling back and banging against the wall behind her.
He slid a hand under her skirt and slipped two fingers inside her lace panties.
“Wet as fuck,” he murmured as he dipped the digits into her glistening folds.
“That feels so good,” she said, panting and rubbing against his hand.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, his tongue flicking one of her nipples.
“Yes, fuck me.” She groaned.
