“Yeah? How long for?”
“Only ‘til the end of the year. My diary doesn’t go past that yet.” He grinned and pulled me in for a kiss. He hummed against my mouth, the gentle sound vibrating his lips against mine. “Now go make up a menu. I expect a Blow Job as soon as possible.”
I dropped my hand to his pants and brushed my thumb over the material covering his half-erect cock. “And I expect a Screaming Orgasm. Pencil that in.”
I left the car after one final kiss. He laughed yet again, a sound I’m certain I’ll never tire of, and I waved just before stepping inside the bar.
Now, the bar was a totally different place than it was the last time I was here. Downstairs was painted, the bar was completely erected, and all the necessary furniture was on the dance floor, still covered in plastic. The bar was covered with a p