The Fling (Playboy Pact 2) - Page 16

“Relax, you’re only taking three.”

“Only? I don’t drink, remember?”

“You’d be surprised how quickly your body grows a tolerance to that 1942 life.”

“1942? That’s an expensive tequila. Are you trying to wine and dine me, Aspyn?”

“Yes, so you’ll spread your legs open for your fling.”

I laughed. “You’re such a good friend.”

“I know.” She grabbed a shot and handed me two. “We have sixty seconds before this starts, so hurry and drink up.”

I did as I was told. “Whoa. Those went down way too smooth.”

“Welcome to the dark side, Sage McCoy.” She winked at me, and the announcer’s voice came through the speakers.

“Everyone, please take your seats.”

You know that game where children walked around in a circle and when the music stopped, you had to sit down in the nearest chair. There was always that one person who didn’t get to a chair in time and ended up losing and sticking out like a sore thumb.

Yeah… I’m that sore thumb.

I stood there as if I was standing in front of a classroom completely naked. With all eyes on me, I smiled. Instantly feeling my cheeks burning bright like the morning sun.

“Hi, I’m Sage.” I awkwardly waved. “Anyone’s table need me?”

Out of the corner of my gaze, I saw an arm lift in the air.

“Awesome.” Nervously, I laughed. “I’m on my way.”

I knew this was a bad idea. I was already fucking it up. Bowing my head, I made my way over to the table in the back. Quickly, I sat down, unable to look up at him.

“The timer starts now. You have three minutes,” the announcer stated into the microphone.

Taking a deep, solid breath, I composed myself as best as I could until I heard him say, “I see you’re still a damsel in distress.”

My eyes snapped up, locking eyes with the man I'd least expected.

—Ashton—

Her gaze went wide.

“So I did leave a lasting impression.”

Her stare went wider.

I tried to hide the fact that I was as blown away as she was that we were sitting in front of one another. To say I hadn’t thought about this girl more times than I cared to admit over the years would be an understatement.

She bit her bottom lip, shrugging in a coy yet innocent sort of way. I loved that her hair was still long and framed her pretty face. She looked older, wiser, but still just as fucking shy. Desperately trying to pretend she wasn’t. Her sudden confident demeanor didn’t fool me; I knew what was under that façade. If only I could see what was beneath her clingy dress and lacy bra that was peeking through her cleavage. Her tits were practically on the table like she was serving them on a platter for me.

Since we only had three minutes, I initiated our conversation. I was dying to see if we still had that same witty banter and dynamic that I couldn’t seem to find with any other woman. There was something about her that had never left my mind. I'd placed her on a pedestal, comparing our chemistry to all the women I’d bedded over the years.

I held up my end of the playboy pact.

I was single.

No strings attached.

Never had I fallen in love.

Lust, absolutely. Although, my dick always got bored in the morning.

“I remember you being a little more talkative the last time we saw each other. Cat got your tongue, Sage?”

“Nope.” She shook her head, and I took a sip of my drink, enjoying the look in her eyes as she stared at me. “I’m just trying to figure out why a guy like you needs to be speed dating?”

“I like to offer my services to charity. I mean, come on, who wouldn’t make money off this.” I gestured to myself, grinning at her.

“I see your ego didn’t mature with the rest of you.”

“You should see what has matured.” I winked at her, hinting to my cock that twitched at the sight of her.

Her cheeks turned that shade of red I might have fucked my hand to a time or two or dozen. Again, I lost track. She eyed my drink as if her mouth had suddenly become dry, so I slid it over to her.

She smiled, appreciating the fact that I paid attention to detail. Little did she know, I didn’t do that a lot. Sage took a sip of my drink and choked, triggering my mind to run wild with visions of her choking on my dick.

“Sorry, I’m a picky drinker.”

“I see.” Leaning back in my chair, I rested my arm on the backrest of the seat next to me, finally getting comfortable. This was going to be fun. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt like this.

Eager.

Hard.

Thinking of all the ways I could make her come with my tongue.

“So, you’ve always been a pain in the ass?”

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