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rested it on his thigh. It felt as if
she’d left third-degree burns behind. He was about to grab her wrist and put
her hand back where he wanted when the fucking waitress slid an overloaded
plate on the table before him. Eating was the last thing on his mind now.
Well…eating food, that is. He wanted to lift that little green dress to find
out if she was a real redhead, and if she cropped that hair as short as she did
above, and if its curls were as cute as the ones around her head.
    Or maybe she didn’t have any hair at all. Damn, he loved a
clean-shaven woman. He liked eating pussy, the feel of her getting all hard
under his tongue, the rush of juices when she came.
    “Mmm…onion rings.” She reached for his plate. “Mind if I
have one?” That smile flashed his way, helping to shut down what little
upper-brain function remained. “It’ll make us even, cancel each other’s breath
out.”
    “Help yourself.” She could take ’em all if she delivered
what she was hinting.
    Jim’s shields went up. Little Red was awful pushy. Maybe she
had an agenda of her own, beyond the obvious I-want-sex.
    “Go ahead,” she said. “I know you want to.”
    “Want to what?” A thousand things went through his head.
None of which dealt with caution. All involved Jim and her fucking like monkeys
on crack.
    She grabbed his hand, put it on her knee, then pulled it up
her bare thigh. Jim’s body took over at that point and his hand kept moving
until it hit pay dirt—wet, hot, bare pussy, except for a little tuft at
the top. He slid in, shoving his fingers deep. Her clit felt like a rock under
his thumb.
    “If you make me come, I’ll be forced to return the favor.”
Her voice was low again. That tone that says I-want-to-be-fucked.
    Jim didn’t budge. The dare was worth the risk. Walking out
of the place with come-soaked jeans wasn’t. Then there was the whole public
indecency, locked in jail, and all that. The Marine Corps sorta frowned on those
things. He’d be looking at counseling at the very least, court-martial and end
of his career at the worst. Depended on what mood his commanding officer was in
at the time. Either way it’d be a blot on his otherwise pristine record.
    Still, she was hot and he loved how her pussy squeezed his
fingers. He could only imagine how those tight muscles would feel around his
cock.
    “Yeah, I can see the looks when I stand up with wet jeans.”
Yet he kept his hand where it was. He wanted to see Little Red try to hide a
public orgasm.
    “Hmm…” She snagged another onion ring and brought it to
Jim’s mouth. He took it without hesitation, kept his gaze steady, his thumb
busy over her clit. Red’s hand shook a little. She picked up a tall glass of
some cloudy drink he guessed was a Vodka Collins and started to sip.
    “You gotta name?” he asked.
    She looked at him from the corner of her eye. “Doesn’t
everyone?”
    A hiccup jerked her arm. Jim’s shriek of surprise nearly
drowned out the music when her icy drink hit his crotch. His erection wilted
and his dick tried to crawl up his ass.
    “Oh dear.”
    Jim scrambled for the napkins. Red reached them first. Heads
turned their way, then dismissed them as nothing. Everything happened so fast,
but it felt like an eternity.
    “How clumsy of me.” Her tone suggested otherwise as she
pressed the napkins to the puddle soaking Jim’s jeans.
    He coughed to cover a groan. Back at attention, his cock
screamed for freedom. Red must have heard it. She stripped his zipper open and
had his cock waving proud behind those tissue-thin napkins.
    He’d been frozen in place before but never like this. Jim
didn’t know whether to yank her hand away or wrap her fingers around his
erection. They were in a bar, for fuck’s sake! He went with the second option.
She had a chokehold on his cock. If he moved the wrong way it stood a good
chance of snapping off. Red had him good. So damn good.
    Jim chanced a look Blondie’s way. Another Marine had