![]() ![]() ![]() No, everything about him is hard and forceful, just like he’s kissing me now. It isn’t soft, not that I thought a kiss from him would be. But when I go to pull away with embarrassment, I feel one of his hands snake into my hair, grabbing a fistful and holding me in place as he makes the kiss his own. I think all those reasons combined have me pressing my lips against his.Īt first, I don’t think he’s going to respond, his lips firm and unyielding against mine. Vegas is a little city at times, but I can avoid crossing paths with him. Mostly, I know it’s because, come tomorrow, I’ll likely never see him again. Hell, maybe I just want to get a rise out of him and see what he’ll do. I don’t know what possesses me, maybe the underlying attraction I feel towards him, or maybe the alcohol. “Sugar?” He mimics me, pulling his eyes from my lips. I’ve been licking it off all the martinis I ordered tonight. “Sugar,” I say, referring to the sugar he probably sees on my lips. The high-top chair brings me to eye level with him, and I watch as his eyes drop to my mouth. He’s closer than I thought, leaning over where I sit. Something I noticed a lot of people avoid, but I don’t. Contract is up.” My face is smug as I turn to look into dark eyes. ![]()
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