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“Who had monkey sex?”
Sheepishly, I point to the couple sitting on the other side of the room, still looking terribly uncomfortable.
“They didn’t have monkey sex, Babe.”
“How do you know?”
Raising an eyebrow as if to say “duh…” he takes a swig of beer and turns to canvas the room.
“Tall ski
“Brendon.” I turn my head to look directly at Vi
Vi
“Is a computer programmer,” I continue. “He was with his ex, Julie, for six and a half years. Being a computer programmer, he spends a lot of time on his laptop. Julie was feeling frisky one night…”
Vi
“Yes, frisky. There’s no interrupting during a forensic recreation, Mr. Stone.” I smile, arching one eyebrow, silently daring him to challenge me.
Playfully, Vi
“So anyway, Julie was feeling frisky one night and went looking for Brendon in his home office. Not expecting anyone, the door was cracked open, giving Julie a front row seat to his show. She caught him red-handed, getting himself off as he video chatted with a woman he had been secretly chatting with online for almost a year.”
I pause and drain more from my glass. Damn this thing tastes good, it’s so easy to forget how potent it really is until you feel your head begin to become weightless.
“And the woman there, is she Julie or the video woman?”
“Neither. Julie left him. Moved out the next day. Turned out the video woman was married herself, so poor Brendon got dumped twice in twenty-four hours.”
“So who’s the girl then?”
“He met her at Nordstrom’s. He went in to buy a sports jacket. Was pla
A real, full laugh tells me Vi
Feigning offense, I retort, “It’s not made up, it’s their story.”
Ally’s bubbly voice pulls my attention back from my playful banter with Vi
Kissing Vi
“What?” I turn to find Vi
“I’m coming.”
“To the bathroom?”
“Yeah, I’ll wait outside,” Vi
“Why, what’s wrong?”
“I just saw the back of your dress.”
Two hours later, Ally’s in rare form and I’m feeling no pain. Two of Vi
After Ally drags Shaved Head to the makeshift dance floor, Vi
“You wa
“I don’t dance.”
“Never learned how?” I inquire as he dips his head into my hair and finds a tender spot on my neck to nibble on inconspicuously.
“Didn’t say I don’t know how, said I didn’t dance.”
“You can dance?” My voice begins to show my distraction as his nibbling moves to my shoulder. He roughly tugs at my dress to expose more flesh, trailing little nibbles on my sensitive skin.
“Of course, but I prefer to dance with you horizontally.”
Oh my. Me too. Keeping me close, he turns me in his arms and locks his arms behind my back, pressing our bodies firmly against each other.
Looking up at him, our eyes locked together, it makes me wonder what he’s thinking. Except I’ve had too much to drink and that wondering is done aloud. “What’s our Bar Forensics story?”
Pulling his head back, he looks into my eyes, his quiet confidence captivating me as I wait for his response. “The guy? He wandered around for years looking for something, only he had no idea what it was he was looking for. Just felt like a piece to his puzzle was missing. Then he met a smart, beautiful, fu
The icy wall I’ve built around my heart to protect myself from this man melts, leaving me vulnerable. Emotions I’m fighting to contain get the best of me, showing in my strained voice. Barely a whisper, I prompt him to continue as I wait, hoping the story has a happy ending, “What happens after they meet?”
Gathering me even closer in his arms, Vi
Unable to speak, my breath literally stolen from my lungs, his words wash away all my doubt, leaving the path to my heart free and he takes one step closer to owning it. Again.
Two hours later, I’m tipsy as Vi
“You’re cute when you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk.” My words come out with just a hint of a slur, no matter how sober I try to sound.
He kisses me chastely on the lips and surprises me by scooping me off my feet and gently placing me in the passenger seat. He buckles me up, closes the car door, and jogs around to the passenger side.
“Your place or mine?” He starts the engine.
“You’re awfully presumptuous.” I giggle and turn myself in the front seat to face him.
“Just want to take care of my girl.”
Furrowing my brows, Vi
“I owe you a dance.” His voice turns low and thick.
I swallow, shifting in my seat to calm the throb between my legs as I think of the rhythm I can’t wait to feel pounding through my body. “Your place.”
Vi
“Drive fast,” I whisper, resting my hand on his thigh.
“Sweetheart, you were going to my house either way. It’s closer and I’m not sure I can make it ten more minutes after staring at the back of that dress half the night.”
Chapter 26
Liv
Vi
Guiding me slowly until I bump gently into something in front of me, he’s quiet until we reach where he wants us. “Bend.” Moving behind me, he applies pressure at the nape of my neck, pushing me forward until I reach something hard and cold. The island in the kitchen.