Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Walking up to the bar, she dropped down onto a stool and offered him a smile. Her long hair was often pulled back or covered in a hairnet, but not tonight. She’d pull the long locks out of the confines of the band she had it tied back with earlier.
She looked so fucking sexy, and what he loved more was that she was full to the brim with his cum. Even though he’d filled that tight cunt this morning, he knew he wanted balls-deep inside her again. They were going to have to have the condom talk, but until then, Daniel wasn’t going to ruin it. He loved feeling her wet, naked pussy over his length.
“Evening,” Amy said, with a hint of a smile on her face.
He also saw the light blush staining her cheeks, and he couldn’t help but feel an answering tug in his balls.
“What can I get you, beautiful?” August asked, breaking into their moment.
Daniel was tempted to snap the bastard’s neck, but instead he opened up a beer, her favorite, and handed it to her.
August tutted. “You’d think after all this time, I’d get that right.”
Amy chuckled. “It’s okay, August. Daniel knows what I like.” She put the bottle to her lips and took a nice, long sip.
Damn it. Daniel was getting even more turned on by the second. The customers kept coming, though, and he didn’t have two seconds to just admire her drinking technique, or imagine those lips wrapped around his cock. His imagination was killing him.
Ignoring it all, he got back to work, serving at the bar, aware of the guys approaching Amy. She kept her back to the room and shot them all down. Each time a guy left, her gaze found his.
He kept an eye on the situation, Nixon’s warning still ringing around his head. He wasn’t going to allow anything to happen to her.
The hours ticked by, it wasn’t a bad night, and the customers were just looking for a good time before the work week.
Nearing closing time, he called time on serving, and then, one by one, Daniel and August ushered everyone out.
“Uh, Boss, we left one.”
Amy was still sitting at the bar, nursing the same bottle of beer he’d given her.
“Nah, you didn’t. We got them all.” Daniel held the door open. “I’ve got it from here. You can go for the night. See you tomorrow.”
August’s brows went up and he looked back toward the bar, and then at Daniel.
“Okay, cool, and I guess I didn’t see anything, huh?”
“Go,” Daniel said.
He didn’t give a fuck if the whole town was whispering about him and Amy. They could all talk, but he and Amy knew the truth.
Closing the door, he flicked the locks in place and then turned to see Amy leaning against the bar.
“You know he’s the biggest gossip, don’t you?” Amy asked.
“Do you have a problem with that?”
“Not at all.” She let out a chuckle. “I guess it saves us the trouble of having to tell everyone.”
Daniel stared at her. “You know, Friday night, you didn’t get to have your dance.”
“So true.”
“And I think it’s only fair you get to have your dance, and I get to watch.”
“Oh, so you want to watch, do you, Daniel?” she asked.
He turned on the jukebox and picked a song. “Haven’t you realized it yet, Amy? I am always watching you.”
The song was slow to start with, and at first Amy didn’t dance, but then she moved toward him, taking her time. She moved with the beat of the song, and then when she was in front of him, she held onto his arms and began to roll her hips in time to the guitar. It was hypnotizing to watch. She slid her hands up his arms going to his shoulders, and then that was when she started to move, but she never looked away from him.
She moved in close so her tits brushed across his chest, and then she circled him, dancing at his back, and the fan of her breath moved across his neck. She suddenly turned and he looked in the mirror when he watched her.
Amy let go, wriggling her body to the beat of the song. It was a deep song, sexy, and as she moved around him, she stepped back, making him ache to touch her. With the distance between them, she lifted her hands into the air, giving herself over to the song, and he couldn’t look away. The trust, the passion in her movements—she wasn’t a professional dancer, but she was a natural, which was a draw all its own.
He didn’t want to look away.
She was stunning.
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Amy had wanted to dance so badly, and knowing Daniel was looking at her, she then realized that was one of the reasons she danced. Not for men to look at her, but for one man—Daniel.