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on.
    Sighing
before answering him, I glance up at the man standing center stage, holding the
golden instrument that was only moments ago my secret lover. He is a good
looking man, in his late twenties, with dark hair and a body that I would love
to use like a bottle of shampoo. I could spend an eternity lathering, rinsing
and repeating with that finely chiseled physique. With each puff of breath, he
squeezes his eyes tighter and my thighs begin mimicking them. His forehead
glistens with the lightest sheen of sweat and I imagine placing my lips against
it during a round of hot love making, sipping on the saltiness of him like I do
with my favorite whiskey.
    What
the fuck ? Bedeviled by his sexiness, I force my attention away from the
stage and quickly glance around the table, hoping no one noticed my weird
dazing over the sex-god front and center. Am I blushing? I never blush! The
blistering heat I feel when I touch my hand to my cheek confirms it. Luckily
for me, everyone is absorbed in the gorgeous saxophonist just as much and I
squeeze by without embarrassing myself.

Chapter
Seven
    When
the sensual song ends, the Holidays’ crowd whistles and applauds the solo
performance, begging for an encore. He kindly declines them before hopping down
from the stage. After several bar-trolls are peeled away from him by their
dates and other friends, the sexy saxophone god tips back a tumbler of dark
liquid offered from the bartender. While glancing between a few guys, he laughs
and enjoys a celebration drink and smoke.
    I
can’t pry my eyes away from him. Everything about this man is spectacular.
Apparently I’m not the only one who thinks so because soon he becomes very
popular and the group surrounding him begins eclipsing my view. Just before our
inevitable separation, he twists his head my direction and searches the crowd
until he finds me studying him. Catching my stare, he locks and holds it. His
shimmering eyes slowly begin heating, taking my now combustible panties
prisoner along with it. My breathing becomes labored as I imagine receiving
that same look while he nestles between my thighs and against my core. Oh my
god I need that.
    Tilting
his head downward slightly, he looks at me from under hooded eyes and I feel
like they are beckoning me toward him. My heart skips a beat in time. Dizzy
from the lust stalking my body from just his eyes on me, I struggle taking in
air. Suddenly his dark eyes shift to startle when someone near him shoves
against his back. My focus instantly lowers to his lips as he speaks to the
rude son of a bitch. His dark red lips, swollen from recently playing, needs
only two words to describe them: fucking delicious. Damn. I can’t remember the
last time I was this turned on. The satin material in my bra feels like
sandpaper against my sensitive nipples, which are now tiny pebbles begging for his lips. Totally eclipsed by fans the sex-god disappears right in front of my
eyes.
    Not
a moment too soon either.
    Natalie
plops down beside me, draping an arm over my shoulder and yelling in my ear. “I
think you and Rad are the cutest couple ever. I like you Angel,” Hiccup, “Oh,
and if you ever feel like hiring my kids, I’ll babysit you.”
    “What
the hell are you talking about?” I narrow my eyes on her drunk-ass and ask,
“How much did you drink tonight Natalie?”
    Dropping
her head against my shoulder, she laughs for a good solid minute. I look to her
husband for help, but he just shrugs a shoulder innocently. Her shoulders jerk
wildly while she drunkenly stammers, “I said…if you ever…feel like babysitting
my kids…, I’ll hire you.”
    “Uh,” Oh damn, not kids . I freak a little. “Sure Natalie, the next off night I
have from the shop, after I find complete and utter bliss at the bottom of my
drink, I’ll babysit your precious minions.” I say sarcastically before tipping
my whiskey glass back.
    She
continues to laugh while the rest of our group reemerges from their hiding
spots.