practically see down her shirt, and I smile, taking in her eyes and her cleavage at the same time.
She stares at me like she wants to say something but isn’t quite sure how. Her chest is heaving and her eyes are darkening, the pupils so big I could get lost in them. “You really are a Danger.”
“Scott Danger. Danger is my . . . family name.”
Madison chuckles at the joke I’ve been doing since Austin Powers was still quotable. “I’m gonna be honest. I thought you were nothing but trouble when I first laid eyes on you. And that was before you went all alpha-male on my customer.”
“That might not be far from the truth,” I reply, stepping a little closer. We’re close enough now that I can feel the warmth radiating from Madison’s body, and I can see her breathing quicken, even as she raises an eyebrow.
“Oh?”
I reach out, letting my instincts take over. She doesn’t resist when I grab her hip, pulling her against me, her breasts pressing heavily against my body and my cock pulsing in my slacks. “But I think you might be more trouble than I am. Look what you’re doing to me.”
I mean that she’s had me cleaning the bar, but the hitch in her breathing says she took it another way.
I growl lightly, pressing my body closer against hers until I feel my cock touch her belly. “Feel what you’re doing to me.”
She gasps as she realizes what the warm, heavy bulge pressing against her stomach is. Her open mouth is tempting. I want to kiss her, make her gasp again and swallow her breath. I start to lower my mouth toward hers, but she pushes against my chest lightly. “I think . . . I think you should go. I’ve got to close up,” she protests weakly.
Her eyes betray the lie coming out of her pink lips, and her hands are tightening on my chest, no longer pushing me away but pulling me closer.
“Are you sure about that?” I rasp.
Madison doesn’t reply, her breathing almost ragged, but whether she knows it or not, she presses more of her body against me, her eyes searching my face for something.
I reach up, brushing a lock of hair out of her face. “Let me show you what you deserve . . . at least for tonight. Let me treat you right.” I murmur, gazing into her whiskey eyes, which are sparking with need.
She bites her lip, and I can see the battle waging between her body and her brain. She wants this, wants me . . . but she isn’t sure.
I don’t rush her, letting her decide for herself, but while I wait for her to make the call, I run my fingers up and down her back, caressing every inch. “Fuck, you feel good.”
Her lips part and a soft sigh escapes her lips as I trace up to the back of her neck. “Scott.”
I hear the need in her voice, her decision made. I lower my mouth to hers, and the first touch is just as electric as I imagined it would be. She gasps, and I press the advantage, sliding my tongue to meet hers as we start to move. We bump into the brass rail at the bar and grind against each other, her fingers grabbing handfuls of my shirt then my hair.
“Oh, fuck,” Madison moans as I bring my right hand up to cup her breast, pressing into me. “You’re going to get me in so much trouble.”
“No trouble . . . just Danger,” I tease, kissing down her neck. My knee presses between Madison’s legs, her thighs parting until her pussy is pushed against my thigh. I lift my leg, grinding against her as she shifts her hips, searching for more. “Damn, girl . . . that’s it. It’s not my cock, but ride me.”
Madison whimpers, reaching down and clutching my ass for leverage. “Don’t stop . . . oh, my God . . .” she begs as her body takes over. The soft plea strikes me to my core, and I push harder, the roll of her hips in time with her whimpers. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“That’s it, come for me,” I demand, my cock pulsing as I grind against her. I haven’t dry humped in years, not since high school, probably, and even then, it wasn’t remotely this hot.
Her breathy moans, her using me to get off, the soft weight of her breast in my hand, the warmth of