I push a little further, seeing how far she’ll let me take it. “My house tonight,” I tell her in a low voice. I almost forget the bar isn’t empty and reach out to touch her cheek. She must feel the difference because her eyes widen in surprise and she begins to pant and moan at the same time, though this time her body is completely still. “Why did you decide to kiss me the first time we had sex over the bar?”
I shrug. She won’t return my eye contact while her grandfather is here, I know her too well now to think she would do anything she thought of as too bold. “Are you angry with me?” She asks the question like it’s the most exciting thing in the world, while her hands move down underneath the waistband of her jeans so she can touch herself. He takes back a mouthful of red wine and looks at me with a playful gleam in his eye. I moan into her mouth and she presses herself even
