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in on her, bugged-out eyes trapped by her cleavage, the erection bulging his
jeans a lick away from her too-red lips.
    “She’s not for you.” Red adjusted her grip, tenting the
napkins over Jim’s cock head. “Barely legal. You need a woman who knows her way
around the bedroom, not someone who’ll just lie there. You want… experience .”
    She squeezed again and he nearly yelped. His hips thrust
into her fist.
    “Easy there,” she cooed. “We don’t want to get caught. Trust
me. I’ll take care of this,” she said as she squeezed, ”and you won’t need to
move a muscle. All you have to do is stay quiet.”
    “Trust you? I don’t even know you.”
    She gave a smile that promised more pleasure than Jim could
imagine. “Isn’t that the point? The allure?” she finished in a whisper.
    God, it was. He’d never been more turned-on in his life.
    Jim gripped the edge of the booth and tried to look as if he
was intrigued by her conversation. Not that she said anything. Her fingers did
the talking, drumming along the throbbing under-ridge of cock in time with
pulsing squeezes. His gut burned. Fire settled at the base of his erection, in
his balls. His sac was as hard as his dick, hugging his body.
    Shit.
    Not one stroke. Not a single thrust. He was so close to
coming he could taste come on the back of his tongue. He closed his eyes,
ground his teeth. A groan rumbled its way up. He couldn’t stop it, couldn’t
stop any of it. And sure as hell didn’t want to.
    Red’s lips covered Jim’s. He jerked at the contact, losing
the momentum of orgasm, then let her swallow his groan as he swallowed her
tongue…and spewed into her fist.
    Jim blanked out. Saw white sparks behind his eyelids. When
the fog cleared, their lips were still tight, her tongue urged his back to
life. Then she slowly eased away on a sigh that said all Jim couldn’t.
    Red tucked his flaccid partner away. He had the presence of
mind to zip up. As she helped herself to a french fry, he crawled his hand up
her leg. She clamped her thighs closed, trapping his hand before he reached his
goal.
    She pushed gently at his arm. “I’m good.”
    Jim wasn’t. She’d just given him a topnotch hand job. He wanted
to return the favor and didn’t much like being let off the hook. He knew his
share of guys who didn’t give a rat’s ass if their lady of the moment came. For
all his trash talk about how he wanted this night to go, Jim wasn’t one of
them. Not being able to give her an orgasm made him feel…cheated.
    Jim didn’t budge. He sure as hell wasn’t going to force the
issue. But he wasn’t above a little coaxing.
    “Sure?” He rubbed his thumb over her thigh, inches away from
honey.
    Her eyes glazed. She swallowed hard and reached for her
drink. Anyone else might think she was ignoring him. Jim knew better and tried
not to grin like a fool when she parted the gates. Heat swamped his hand. He
draped his free arm over the back of the booth, leaned closer, and plunged in.
    Red’s gasp sucked the air out of the suddenly silent bar. Or
it felt like that since it came out between songs. Jim did a quick check around
to see if anyone noticed. Looked as if most of them were in their own worlds.
That was fine by him. He played with her clit, flicking it back and forth under
his thumb while he ticked off the seconds before the next song. She wrapped her
fingers around his wrist, her grip tighter and tighter while time dragged out.
Jim didn’t know if she was going to shove him away or pull him in deeper. He
prayed for deeper and nearly groaned at the thought of his cock plunging into
her heat.
    He buried his face against her neck and inhaled. No perfume,
just woman. God, he loved that. Fresh and clean with the scent of
I-need-to-come woven in.
    She relaxed when the song clicked on, fingers slipping up
his forearm, eyes glazed, expression begging him to continue. The tune was a
driving beat but Jim kept his strokes slow. Every time his thumb