I look down at Mal, who is holding the bottle of water at my feet. He unscrews the cap, takes a big gulp, and presses his index to his lips, smirking, so childlike in his mischievousness.
I get to break the news to her uninterrupted. Sweet.
“Over here,” I sing from behind the bar. She can’t see Mal from his position.
Brandy strolls in, looking like a high-class street worker: red mini dress and blow-dried hair intact, all wrapped in perfect makeup and crimson-red lips.
“Oh, I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” Her smile falls.
She stops a few feet from the bar. I take a sip of my gin and tonic.
“Can I get you anything?” I bat my eyelashes.
“Is Mal on his way? Is he in the shower?” She looks around.
“He’s around.”
As soon as I say that, I feel Mal’s fingers wrapping my bare thigh. He levels his head in front of my groin and hooks his thumbs into my underwear, pulling them down slowly.
What is he doing? We have company.
“What are you doing here at three in the morning?” I ask, trying to keep it as casual as possible when I feel his hot breath against my exposed self, now free of panties. My pulse quickens, and I feel the familiar pool of want coating my insides.
“I just thought…I mean…” She looks around again, like Mal is going to materialize through the turned-off TV at any moment. “Ashton said he works into the night, so I thought maybe he needed something.”
Like a dirty one-night stand?
“It’s okay. We work closely. I help him wherever I can.”
I trace the rim of my gin and tonic glass. I still haven’t gotten used to the weight of the ring on my finger, but it makes me feel empowered. Like I can conquer the world. It’s what Mal’s love does to me. Even though he hasn’t spoken the words aloud, I can feel them soaking into my skin when he looks at me.
“Have you ever been in love?” I should ask him that again, and soon.
Mal swipes his tongue—still cold from the water—along my slit, and I shudder violently with uncontrolled desire. Brandy takes a step toward me and parks her elbows on the edge of the bar.
“No offense, but I don’t think you’re helping him in the way he wants me to help him.”
“None taken,” I manage to say on a suffocated moan, just as his tongue digs deep between my walls.
I can feel how wet I am on his tongue, and I can also feel his smile, the rumbly, dark chuckle he emits in response to her last, stupid comment. He is eating me raw while she’s telling me it’s her he wants to bed.
Now that’s ironic. Although I doubt Alanis Morissette would’ve wanted to use it for her song.
“Anything I can pass on to him? Doesn’t seem like our guy is coming anytime soo—” I try to control my breathing as Mal thrusts his tongue in and out of me, swirling it around my clit every now and again to remind me what’s to come (me).
“Well, I…”
“Ohhh, God,” I wail, holding on to the edges of the bar, white-knuckled, and throwing my head back shamelessly.
He uses his nose to massage my sensitive nub and digs his tongue so deep into me, I see stars. I lose my ability to keep my eyes open somewhere along the way.
“Is everything okay?”
I can practically hear her frown.
“You look like you’re getting sick or something.”
Mal can’t help it. He full-blown laughs into my pussy as he eats me, nibbling on my lips, sucking, tonguing me ruthlessly. He wants me to come on his face and in her face. And I do. I climax hard, spreading my legs apart while my dress is mostly hoisted up and biting my lower lip as I splay my fingers on the bar, my gin and tonic knocked to the floor.
After a few seconds, I open my eyes and bat my eyelashes at Brandy.
“Yeah, I’m good. I had a bit of a…” I clear my throat. “Pulled a muscle or something.”
Brandy takes a final step toward me and peers down, her eyebrows still drawn together in annoyance.
“Mal!” she gasps, clutching her invisible pearls while wearing a dress as short as a napkin.
I tumble away from my husband, watching as he flashes her a completely charming, casual smile and stands up. He is sporting a huge erection through his cargo pants, his lips are swollen and look as if